Dandylion
01-19-2004, 03:56 PM
The silence is deafening
along the crisp, cold walls
of her long ago torn out heart.
She holds it in her hands,
blowing on it,
looking for signs of life.
Mangled, mutalated, careless hands
torturing the tender muscle.
I should still be alive
she thinks, her mind
realing with the thought.
I shouldnt be alive.
along the crisp, cold walls
of her long ago torn out heart.
She holds it in her hands,
blowing on it,
looking for signs of life.
Mangled, mutalated, careless hands
torturing the tender muscle.
I should still be alive
she thinks, her mind
realing with the thought.
I shouldnt be alive.