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A soft light,
a faint breeze,
the silence of whispers,
the dreams never cease.
On this plain,
on this ground,
a million souls are forever bound.
As you hear,as you see,
I do not, I cannot.
We are different,
you and I,
one dead,
and one alive.
One soul, forever bound,
one free,to walk around,
but heed my words,
one day soon,
you too shall join me,
and you too, will be forever bound,
to walk this earth for eternity,
shall not be a very plesant thing,
so you too shall warn those you meet,
you too, shall repeat,
this poem you shall hear,
one day, you shall know.
Very odd, and dark and evil. Comment?
P.S. Don't steal, I wrote it!
 Lady_Dream · Sat Aug 23, 2008 @ 02:17am · 0 Comments |
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