silver
By evangelina
Breathing harder as the imagery becomes real in the mind of the craziness and hopeless candles quiver in the wind of time as the heat will rise with the steam of the water and the darkness is lit by only a glimpse then the tears start to shed with a cave of thoughts of betrayal and the bleeding of the soul that still sheds on the rocks of need and desire only fuel the fire even more as the pain seeps into the shard of the remains of a hope that was once too much to bear all of this for only a few pieces of silver Written April 1st, 2002 © on Apr 01 2002 02:34 PM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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"Breathing harder..."