 |
| What Is Left |
| Flipping through the pictures bound into an empty thought Counting the pains piercing with needles Slowly they rout Sharp hate drips within a bowel of blood Sinking into a memory Stalking the love Hidden deep in halls of screams Filling a soul with nothing but pain Golds tear into a silky gray that roll deceivingly up a bumpy path Leading a lonely life backwards Through the torturing past Dirty sites blacken tear filled eyes Bound in fear by thorny ties Lost with a trick key Now nothing can be grasped Nothing will be seen Zoning to a world mixing and tightly twisting All the lights flicker Damaging colors switching Sounds leak with fog burning the simple cracks Growth slows in pain sneaking over stripped backs Glare condenses to a speck The darkness is comforting Lust is all that's left <An Empty Dream> CopyRight 2004 Mallory Stroop |
| Last Update: 1\20/04 |