I Have No Clue
Forgotten values, imagined perhaps
In a world of dark alleys, and jagged blades
And faded they lay in the gutters of life
Passed over and buried in twisted crimes
In a world of dim passages and crooked knives
And parched they sat in the ditches of existence
Overlooked and hidden in torturous evils
Truths and morals, to ferment and rot
Neglected and covered in heinous sin
And dull they set in the dredges of time
In a world of murky halls and serrated daggers
Forgotten values, imagined perhaps
Copyright © Glory Winzer | Year Posted 2015
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