Circadian Creation: String 5.22.06
And multitudes disappear
Tied up in strings
Of their past and dreams lost
They cry in the shadows, Hiding
their tears from the masses.
Bellies up against the wall, They
abandon the sunshine for the dark
depths of despair
And no one sees the stains
on their flesh; Or the streaks in their eyes
And they seamlessly melt into the core
Of us all.
-By me so don’t steal
May 23, 2006 2 Comments
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