My youth
My hopes
My dreams
Wash away
Like blood running
Into the gutter
From the gaping gash
In the throat of the murderer's victim
His voice and mine
Both forever silent now.
Monday, November 03, 2008
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
All the cheesiest poetry in the Blogosphere, all the time! Guarded vigilantly by Edgar Allan Poe's own pet raven, Nevermore.
LBTSChapters | |
Hosted by eSnips |