Wednesday, April 14, 2010

In White Pain

Cloud lift, haze fled

Rays pierced, razors reflect

Broken prism, stab sharp

Agony stark in anti-dark

Clear alcohol, clearer mission

Willed a loss, for memory vision

Senses sane, mental intact

Never erased, could not forget

Canvas new, traditional make

Paint that white rose but call it red

Same old story brand new take

Veil of pain and life of dead.

-Bear with Me-

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