Resting Place

by RetroRavey   Jun 17, 2007


A resting place.
The final destination.

You rid yourself of
infernal idiocy.
Breaking into truth,
what might never be again.
You find a heart
under skin blackened and torn
and you learn that there
may have been more to life
then just waiting.
Waiting for love,
waiting for life,
waiting to find
your resting place.

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