There’s still a pulse, A faint beat of a trampled heart,
The film is rolling with no sound,
Muted screams of a vacant mind.
Sunbeams raining, cold as ice,
Soak the skins of a desperate life,
While raindrops plunge to sting the eyes,
Burning holes through shattered lies.
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© Sherine Meshad, Jan 2006
1 comment:
I really like the beat of this one:)
Congrats on the post, it's lovely, i like the outline.
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