Tuesday, May 24, 2011

I Shall Be An Angel To Your Demons

Tears.
Anguish.
Fear.
Ache.

Lay your worries unto me,
Rest your weary head.

Fury.
Injustice.
Pride.
Loss.

For I shall bear your burden,
In your sins, I toil.

Merriment.
Hope.
Promise.
Love.

Where in those, do I stand?
For now I'm left with nothing,
But desolated dreams in sand.

Memory.
Lingering.
Dissipation.
Gone.

Past these primes of glory,
Forgotten and forlorn.

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