Legacy

by Strange Angel   May 13, 2006


I wander through the decaying fields,
Stumble over corpses,
The reek unbearable
As stagnant water feeds stagnant life.

It's impossible to believe
They once called this place Paradise.
Now it lies rotting,
A stale carcass of memory,
Corruption at every turn.
The death is overwhelming
Filling every sense with the horror of our legacy.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Fig

    Ooooooooooh. soo visual and chilling. its like i can smell it right now. actually i can!...what is that? might be my brother. or the imagery! im sure its the imagery...
    xxx