Dark Walk
Why walk this way if blood remains there still? Whispers the wind. The pull is stronger as it weakens the will. Answer I there. Visions still dance behind the darkness of my lids. Ears long silenced, Sounds echo on silent streets of her cries, The stillness hears. Fingers feel the coldness that was there even then. Once was held, Blood stains worn on hands of memory again and again. All's left is fear and dust.This was a different style...errie..like my muse was on a murder spree without me. Written November 20th, 2001 © on Nov 20 2001 02:23 AM PST, Phyllis Thompson 0 • 10
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"Why walk this way if blood remains there still?..."