Inevitable

by DBM   Sep 20, 2005


Angels high whose

Wings won't fly soar

Past the moon and

Silent loon with

Condemning hands that

Fill with sand as

Faceless masks do

Hopeless tasks so

Wear a frown while

Blood rains down

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  • 18 years ago

    by Ashelin

    Yes, I must say very interesting and creative

  • 18 years ago

    by Ashelin

    Yes, I must say very interesting and creative