November 7, 2010
Eyes sharp as ice,
Endite precarious trows,
Summuning total chaos.
Tounges jagged razors,

peace with deteramental words.
Their selfish acts, brutuly squander the presious hour glass.
Never truly understanding the fatel fading of hours.

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through_my_eyes said...
Nov. 27, 2010 at 5:40 pm
You've described the feeling in this perfectly, i love it. What made you write it?
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