Crimes of Nothing

August 10, 2009
By gabb[eh!] SILVER, St-Joachim, Other
gabb[eh!] SILVER, St-Joachim, Other
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How I wish the sun,
would shine upon my face,
I wish,
I dream,
of all endless possibilities.
Of which I forgot,
I wish,
I dream,
of no reprimands.
My mistake,
my fault.
I wish,
I dream,
for all pains to end.
Bid to this new life,
so dark,
so eerie.
I wish,
I dream,
For lesser shadows cast upon
my face,
my blood.
I wish.
I dream.
Oh, tied to this contract,
of foul,
of bitterness.
That which, I fed,
beyond recognition,
I wish,
I dream,
to rid this place of wrong.
As it holds me forever,
I wish,
I dream,
of the the birds, the trees and the rain.
I wish.
I dream.
However, will the sun ever,
shine upon my face again?

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