A random poem I wrote
Glancing from corridor to corridor
I vividly see flashbacks
Of tragedies and mysteries
The saddened man plunging his metal
Into my flesh
Crimson red fluid flows down my arms
Seeping through my sleeves
No words spoken
Thoughts obvious
The man grabbed my weak body
Taking me to the unknown
Waking up caged
I noticed him silently weeping
I questioned his burden
And why his morals are so low
He looked up at me
Shaking his head in sorrow
Unknowing what to say
I start a conversation with him
He spoke only once
The words will everlastingly haunt me forever.
2006-11-22
15:11:57
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