hounded by the memories of a
thousand broken keys
wisps of life dissolving into mist
surroundeed by africanized killer bees
bloody faces
run down tears
ghostly voices
hellish shrieks
another round of Irish beers
all the while waiting by this
dusty door,
musty odor
bloody floor
whore to liberty
hounded by the memories of
a thousand broken dreams
flash before a burned up altars
painfull soul
endless screams
never ending dreams
Monday, October 20, 2008
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