Friday 22 November 2013

Random VII

Now, when you are walking down
a dark alley,
suddenly, stars flood your way.
The light suffuses you and the darkness.

It burns through your flesh,
turns your bones into ashes.
Swept away by the wind,
your remains are washed away.

For, you'll combine again
when you want,
when the alley's darkness
no longer remains to haunt you,
to hurt you.

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