Into the Light, by coby |
Delicate drums of deception are played Sorrow and suffering lead dreams away Disturbing images of eventual night Some are born of misery some die in delight A careful plan of love and remorse A painless picture of doubt and divorce Ripped from their self forever is torn Some die one death And are never reborn |
Posted: 2010-01-16 18:09:05 UTC |
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