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"A BULLETT HOLE IN THE WIND"
Posted: 9/25/2005 4:22:43 PM | I left the city and the girl behind,as i walk thru the rain into a loudly silent night,once again i pass thru them. Night sounds,soft muffled,i have an open wound upon my chest from which i call your name,for how long will i haunt these fimilar streets,in my dark hours?,
I have met the dangerous mad things that dwell here,and yes they have met me,and i ask myself,am i not one of them?,beacuse i have kiled souls with my eyes,and yes i to wear a face of the gallery,
........is this the fate to which im doomed?,will i always be nothing more then a spy in the house of love?
Sometimes i long for blindness,or even gentle sleep,but it would seem there is none for me,
Iprowl the night while others sleep in there beds,....except for them,the mad ones who naturally fear me,yes the night is a comforting time for them, THE SCREAMERS....THE BLEEDERS....THE HOWLING....THE INSANE,but as for me i take comfort in there dreams,in there nightmares,for in the day i sleep projecting my dreams upon them, yes i"ve put a bullett hole in the wind,
I AM THE DARKNESS. A dreams demise,can be cleverly diguised,when viewed behind eyes that see nothing. "bane"-2005- | | | |
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