DeaD|PoeT
05-17-2009, 03:45 PM
silver splintered heart attack on the back of the brave the he the one the last who gave, the Arizona days and twisted nights of Alaskan winters brought up bright by shivery bending blasting music of broken splinters, skinning washing sins away in knees bowed deep tears raised, by fears and laughter echoed near from lip to lip and ear to ear. a breath single lighting flash crash and bang with all his wrath, while muttered lips go silent till the end the after the one kill, thus human animals plant or air dissipates with out a care not the passing light be thought by one wish of memory thought.