Sleepless eyes.
The strangers torment
with his hands stained of blood.
A confession of violence
upon him the sin craved
the darkest of nights.
It was seen in his sleepless eyes,
as he stood with the brave.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2012-09-27 at 01:15
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