To bid you farewell

by Mark   Aug 3, 2008


Frozen blood
A whistle in the bones
voices deep within
a gentle kiss on the chin

another minute
never dying memories
waiting words
forever hurts

silence rises
getting cold and dark
I feel trapped in hell
when I bid you farewell...

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