December 2011
2 posts
August 2011
1 post
July 2011
1 post
Soon
The sirens sound
The flames, they roar
Scattered debris all around
The tires, they screamed (or was that you?)
Shattered glass surrounds
I hold you in my arms once more
As if to relive the night before
A time less grim
Your hair is wet
Bathed in red
A searing gash upon your head
Your lips so blue
Taste quite stale
I wish for you to enhale
Your eyes so dim
No longer bright
No...
June 2011
1 post
April 2011
6 posts
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