Lamented Childhood
By sidewinder
Those tattered halls which rage in pain shattered... only vagueness, Tears flow and wince, I thought of you time which pain was all I was, And times where the only enjoyment I knew was an insatiable lust for blood to come from my body as well as my soul, Mirrored from a past which rages and howls, To touch the animal that creeps in the night, Please do not fear, Look around finding a pleasing vision I hope, I can give of deep in the ocean, Of jellyfish at dawn and the glow at night, To remind you that courage of vikings flow within you, The sound of battle which rage in our hearts, The adrenalin that flows in our veins, Coursing in energy, And yet... in the cosmos the ying meets the yang varied in the night, Brought on by blood lust, Then you'll realize the monster only exists in your heart. Nov. 10, 2000 By: B.E. Whitehorn & Allan Perry Written January 5th, 2002 © on Jan 05 2002 06:37 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 0 • 10
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