Silence of the Brain
This is where creativity is the norm, and you're welcome always
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Halls are screaming
walking away.
the floors a
disarray
.
the walls are screaming.
am I dreaming?
Horrid words.
Like birds flying around my head.
I see something ahead.
But the walls.
These halls closing in on me.
Can't get free.
Stuck here for an eternity.
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