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Attic-
Deceitful, cold, unwanted
and alone.
Full of the past,
buried deep in the old.
Not feeling, not caring,
nor wanting anymore.
Stinking, and rotting, and smelling of mold.
Deep, far away where the dust bunnies play,
where memories whisper,
and dollies can play.
Not seeing or hearing or daring to move,
you played along with with the cruel joke,
that brought your demise.
With only dust for solace.
Years left behind,
behind trunks full of rot,
And dust bunnies, and memories.
You lie there, unfeeling,
cold, lonely, and full of mold.
A key to time behind decades of not,
unloving, unbreathing,
and undefyingly silent
in a land of memory,
dust,
and darkness.
((Input and critism are appreciated!))
 Skeleton-keys-n-sushi · Thu May 29, 2008 @ 09:32pm · 1 Comments |
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