The Prison
Chastizing this
Every little moment
Look at these
In plenty
Covered secrets.
Shouting voices
Knarled looks
Flames of hatred.
Statues sit arount the room
Playing dead and saying nothing...
Just agreement.
No redemtion
Just reflection
Burning moments cast
Inside a burning flame.
Close the book
This chapter's over
Only ghosts
I shut the door.
11-13-09
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