Sunday, November 8, 2009


Blood spatters on the wall
Feathers gliding on the breeze
Angel wings are not bullet proof

Mirror of the universe
Darkly twisted and stained red
Hands trembling, knees quaking

Running down the hallways
Labyrinth in sterile light
Blank faces of grief

Soul light fading in your eyes
Holding you tight
Banshee screams in the night

NAO 11/08/2009

A few of these lines have been running through my head for days and I finally decided to write them down.

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