Wednesday, November 25, 2009


With black eyes and dead heart it stares
Caricature of life
False hopes of life reborn, of death conquered

Mask of sorrow on soulless husk
Propped up for eternity
Beast of burden most unfair

Languid are its final days
Dust to dust
We remember thee

NAO 11-25-2009

Just another one of my word flows. That's what I call them. I start with just some random words and see what flows out of them. Anyway I hope you enjoy.

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