My Clock Struck Midnight In Autumns Court.
The Darkness fills me
illuminates fingertips
my eyes turn jet black
our dark hearts shatter like glass
your skin is cold blue
once vibrant soul matches suit
paralized with fear
we dance on our graves
holding sober hands
childrens laughter fills my head
flashing dark crimson and white
the grounds set for our last stand
our features are blank
as our last breath expires
embrace and explode
Copyright © Chris Brown | Year Posted 2005
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