SANATORIUM

Member since 2003 · Posted 12 Jul 2003 · 2 comments

All too often time eludes us, graves are dug before their time. Minds are jailed in tombs of madness never too forget... Words unspoken, faces touched, lips of colour once embraced, bodies wrapped in lust and longing an interlude in needless haste all now lost. Just shattered pieces of what, was once, supposed life; Whispers now, distorted figures no beauty fills these halls of pain; Minds of regret watch walls in blankness, wondering if only....

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[10] SupremeDreamer 12-Jul-03/3:59 AM Reply

ah, yes, beautifull.. flows to my soul.. 10. ;)

[7] richa 12-Jul-03/12:07 PM Reply

quite simple but clear with a few interesting lines

I think to say minds are jailed in madness is not warranted. And if it is you have not argued it

overall pleasant though