My Stone

by Arthur   Mar 3, 2010


Rain falls up from above
the shattered skies.
Blood falls upon that stone
where for eternity it rested

Torn Apart, worn out
I walk the same path
stars guild my way
to my stone

armed with my hate
but redemption strong
while shots of horror pass
no sanctuary, no stone.

Torn Apart, worn out
I walk the same path
stars guild my way
to my stone

Never found
But never lost.
Rain stopped
and stone is gone.

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