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Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Rewind

Hoping to turn this into some lyrics...

Shadows dance along the walls,
memories incarnate.

Voices call your name from down the hall
as clocks echo through fate
ringing in a date, with the grim reaper.

Tales of hell are sribbled in blood, across winter lips
that hush your angels laughter.

A life is whithered and burned like filmstrips
by an outraged director trapped in your dying mind.
Scenes slowly come to a halt and eyes cease to see

the soul staring back from this war torn face. REWIND.

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