Preliminaries
Rendition into the past, the blood stained walls.
The patterns line the inner workings of the mind.
Making these dark days bearable, and detestable.
Filling the empty space with forgotten memories.
Freeing the mind from the lack of reason, taken.
Respond to florescent light with shriek laughter.
Needing a day off from the melancholy, the pain.
Maybe not the pain…it cuts the boredom…
Copyright © Joseph Silva | Year Posted 2007
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