Hurt Pours, Pain Builds...Anger Thrives
Agony Blooms In Waiting Hours
In Ticking Minutes
Sand Stretches Furthur on;
Sifting gently, Slamming Mercilessly.
We are glass.
Falling, Cracking...Shattering.
Frosted Glass.
No one can see the Monsters which lurk within
Nor The Child Who Pleads
Begs the World to Save, to See, To Care.
We Slip, Fall, Fade before Life's calm yet
Mocking, Insolent, Indifferent face.
Claws of the Beast Ravage Innocent Flesh.
Tearing From Within. Breaking Apart. Life.
Smiles Fracture. Fade. Dissappear.
Never to Return.
Life is evanesced.
Gone.
Coffee Stains & Crumpled Paper -- A Writers Guild
A haven for writers of all kinds.
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