Figures standing still,
crack, decay, crumble -
under the weight of endless time.
Frozen on a winding road
bereft of life, laughter and love
with the Dark ever creeping.
A colourless, speckled visage,
marred by a sullen silhouette
asphyxiated by forlorn hope.
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Posted by dun1 on October 31, 2011 at 6:51 am
Shit…………
Posted by ben on October 31, 2011 at 7:15 am
Shit what?