DARK, RED STAINS
There are dark, winding corridors,
which we are bound to walk.
And the shadows are alluring,
looking for someone to stalk.
Glaring white walls with dark, red stains.
Somebody forgot to remove the remains.
Are you still hiding, in vain, in fear?
Watch out so you don't get lost, dear.
There are people above us, staring in,
watching and judging our every sin.
I know what you did that other night.
I can see you know in that blinding light.
I'm lost in here, I'm a dark, red stain.
But where are you, my lover, my pain?
Did you find your way out of this lifelong maze?
I hope you'll remember my agonized face.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2007-09-21 at 00:07
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