The Doors Lament
By alberto215
Billowing plumes of yellowish orange must seem beautiful to the child that has not yet felt the flame that will burn his skin Slow moving yet fast the swallowing smoke of collapse approaches covering everything, peace, hope, life And an eye for an eye is all that man can muster for an answer Like the satisfied grimace of a family witnessing the turning of the switch or the pushing of the plunger of the syringe that squeezes the life out of the one who took her from them we numbly watch the specks of light that spawn the plumes that burn the little child We then are satisfied that somehow a balance is achieved, is brought back that some normalcy can return while at the same time realizing this is different, this is fundamental this is it, this is the end my friend againPlease review. Written October 7th, 2001 © on Oct 08 2001 12:21 PM PST, Alberto 18 • 0 • 1
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