sands of time
Deep within my fractured heart,
Strangled by my own cold, dead, hand.
Agony makes it's own desperate stand,
Feasting on my leftover tears.
False idols, pagan rites and a crown full of thorns,
Aborted and still, I was never ever to be born.
Silent choirs spreading ancient lies,
In the midst of a billion muted sighs.
Millions of souls cry out in anguish,
Will I be cleansed before I die?
The sands of time never will run,
There is just one thing left to be done.
Take my soul to the darkest of realms,
Reality is just my only dream.
Secrets echo beyond these stone walls,
With tears in my eyes, I can muster a scream.
2007-12-15
07:15:10
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