Wednesday, July 14, 2004

Cold Grasp

Soul impaled
on the spike
of solitude
Into the depths
Eternal torment
Is mine to covet
Crucified
on the cross
of justice
Perpetual anguish
Harrowing memories
of days long since past
Times of happiness
and joy....
they now escape
my cold grasp
My past is raped
by the fiery grip of Hades
Thoughts of the future
Reaching to the past
Futile attempts
at retaining my sanity
it slips away still.....

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