Ransom For Life.
Skipping memory fades, double talks in my pains.
..........Its not that bad though,....for unreal.
Imprints that talk,walk,speak so much more than my imagination.
Darkness spreads blur onto my vision. Light sheaths my sight, and chokes my air, such
reality pushes on my mind, boxing it as others would see it.
But it cracks and tries adapting from within creating stillness in the chaos when fully
destroyed in a
sense of new creation.
The creation many faces frown war against.
It is my creation, why be it not mine then? Thundering judgment demands such a ransom for
such a soul.
Copyright © Kevin Mcshane | Year Posted 2008
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