Now, it seems that we are here,
Just as it seemed in yesteryear.
In the night, it all comes clear.
Misstep, crumple by the mirror.
Our vision fades,
We see not the horrible shades.

We hear voices
And, swallowing hard,
The truth comes, bitter.
We have made their choices.
« Take comfort in the lost,
For we are their makers. »

We have proclaimed,
Without thought or name,
That some should die.
« Never look them in the eye. »
Whispers, you hear...
The cries of those you damned, you fear.

Meet them half way, you say,
Follow them to the grave.
Don't let them stray,
For you, too, will pay.

Categories: poetry [t], rambling [t]

I really like your writing ALOT!!! It is so refreshing to read such talented work from someone of your age. I like zanibars writing (she is in college) and another guy named papaphynx or something like oh YEAH and le_battement.

I dont fear death and dying however I do fear them speaking... :)
» KKama67 on 2007-07-24 02:28:16

Your writing is dark, but I enjoy it!
» alexsedotcx on 2007-07-24 06:11:12

Hey there, I like your site and writing very much. I'll be sure to come back many o' time. You're very clever, I dare say.
» Zanzibar on 2007-08-07 08:14:21

I like your writing.
» Bizzle_whore on 2007-09-07 09:57:37

I semi-enjoyed that. But only semi. But it doesnt really matter since its been more than 6 months I doubt you'll ever see this lol.
» lyndeep on 2008-02-09 12:16:59

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