Imgormiel
Part of the furniture
- Joined
- Apr 18, 2004
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Stone
Drift like winter snow.
Haze. Haze through summer.
Live like the ghost of Sunday morning.
Time slips through thoughts like hands digging through sand.
Primitive hunger – I know.
A thirst unquenched.
A jigsaw of shards.
Forever, the rivers bloodstream runs with rain.
The minds damage.
History’s regret.
This desert holds only carnage.
An unforgiving neglect in this desert.
My home is barren land of unknown pleasures.
The rest is a lying wreck of forsaken treasure.
All is stone.