~Midnight lost unheard~
Contributed by
inkmaster
on
Wednesday, 6th January 2010 @ 02:36:23 PM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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~Midnight lost unheard~
In the silent of the night,
Is where the sting grabs hold.
Lost between a straight razor and,
Cold nightmare scream is,
The cadence of the night.
The miles I have walked,
I have bowed to the edge,
And never looked back.
You eat me up so deep,
Within now nothings left.
Fleeting by each other in,
The hall I don’t even distinguish
your face any longer its as,
If the emptiness of your soul has,
A grip on all your control.
Nothings fine, nothing striking,
The only thing is shadowy and ,
Unrehearsed like the fog of,
midnight lost unheard….
inkmaster
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