Tainted Tears

29 Oct 2009

·hellfire

you just stood there… speechless among the flocks of aimless sheep oblivious to my tainted tears wasted my trembling hands pressed against the frosted glass with blistering winds rattling the cage of my heart numb, drenched in the abysmal rain and you unable to comprehend the all too obvious but then, again why would you?

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