quote (Remove filter)
P
Tick tock, tick tock, thump, thump, thump
They marched in and took your heart, once filled with redness and vibrancy,
They took your bright soul and purpose on this rosy spectacle sphere of land and sea
And shred and bled until nothing remained.
But darkness, blackness and emptiness
A lifeless glance returns the favour in the mirror
Ash piles, a distinguished fire
Prison, some call it ...
Tuesday 13th October 2015 7:23 pm
Recent Comments
Ray Miller on Fame
1 hour ago
raypool on PRESSING MATTERS
2 hours ago
Tim Daly on June 2025
2 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on A Prize Miscast: A Warning to Oslo
5 hours ago
John Coopey on "AS SURE AS GOD'S IN GLOUCESTER..."
14 hours ago
David RL Moore on Waiting
1 day ago
Graham Sherwood on A Prize Miscast: A Warning to Oslo
1 day ago
Red Brick Keshner on to be real
1 day ago
Graham Sherwood on "AS SURE AS GOD'S IN GLOUCESTER..."
1 day ago
Stephen Gospage on A memoir
1 day ago