Somewhere in the distant past,
Pushed tightly back
From the corners of your soul
The sting of fury rages and grows
Full breath into the doom
Waiting in wretched solitude
Where no one knows...
The silence that hung heavily in the mist
Those fake smiles twisted in your lips
Would fade into the dawn
Rattled to the bones by Death and the great unknown
You will discover the despair
Of the forgotten and scorned...
Whatever, Next Contest by Brian Strand