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Magia_negra Member
since 2003-07-16
Posts 77CA, USA |
* * * Dead end. Dead town. And scared to look down you walk alone Shades of rats in the corners Loads of corpses on the roads Lonely weeping sounds just as dead as silence. Birds sing. Wind blows Just like yesterday it goes unbroken Is it somebody's revenge or somebody is playing games? Is it a method to clean the space? Is it a complicated maze? Or it is just a way the nature changes its face? Sunlight. Quiet street Only your steps you hear - everyone is gone Bars where you used to get drunk are open but dark The bordello is empty. Mad dog on the corner barks But you ain't scared anymore; everyone is marked. Nowhere to hide. Basements are full Of desperate souls who are scared to death Some went crazy before the pestilence touched them Stepping on warm rocks, watching your weak breath You pass them coldly and stubbornly walk west. * * * ...somos los locos para siempre |
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mysticpoe Senior Member
since 2003-02-28
Posts 883 |
I like this, I like it a lot. Be back because there is more in your write than one read can bring out. Nice job. mysticpoe If nothing is something |
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mysticpoe Senior Member
since 2003-02-28
Posts 883 |
I read this again, real nice write here. Basement full of souls, you can so much with that and you did. Nice. mysticpoe If nothing is something |
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