Sunday, January 30, 2011

Where Monsters Reside: Dirt And The Secrets They Keep

What happened, oh God,
the lights just blacked out.
My mind is erasing what my body just did.
There was no start, just a finish,
that only one can survive.
There's stains on my hands,
a red wine, so frail and cold.

I can't remember. I can't recall,
all of my precious downfalls.
Buried what has been done,
My world, my heart, from having it all, to having none.
The power went out when the dark appeared.
So tired and drowsy, I just fell asleep.

Though gone, she lingers still.
A frightening fact I can't seem to free.
Secrets kept, best kept by one.
For one mouth tells, the others repeat.

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