Author: Bench


he was sitting there alone
in the darkest part of the room
staring into empty space
searching the monochromatic walls
for answers to unasked questions

his lovely face showing anguish
the pain of fettered years
etched in those lonely eyes
darkened by secrets and lies
in search of freedom

death crosses his mind
yet he'll sleep on it for now...


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Skittles ( -- Saturday, September 13 2003, 12:05 am


Damn...its so good!
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