By hermit69
Date: 14 November 2000
Sadness
Wishing the best as twilights paints pictures
With her cold,hard paintbrush
She duabs nightmares on unslept minds
And plays tricks with the guilty
Images of imperfection
Clouds,seeps into my hazy mind
The cusp of loneliness
Peels away at my useless life
You see..
...black clouds and rainy days
They all have little meaning
When all you can do is lie
and stare at the ceiling
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