Scattered words
Saturday, January 2, 2010
But after all........
Murderous breez
Whispers in my ears
Coldness that spreads
Freezes my breath
The dead silence
Mocks at me
Gigglng hysterically
But after all.....
The desert spreads
On my eye balls
Is full of invisible people.
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