Saturday, 5 June 2010

Youth was written

In the stillness of the night
A pair of eyes quietly cried,
The dreadful wishes in his ear
Made his heart turn into fear.

And yet his hands were still not moving
The numbness took the deadly step,
An evil stare for souls was craving
And the youth out of his body crept.

His wrinkled grin and gloomy eyes
Could tell the story of his disguise
But shaking hands and dizzy steps
Lead his hopes into the depths.

The stone felt cold under his feet,
Roses have been carried away,
His name was carved in tons of concrete
The end of life, he could not delay.

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