By it dosent matter
Date: 29 November 2000
isn't worth
red light coats the darkening sky
ever increasing winds blow wildly by
she runs endless clothes shabby, torn
chased by fears, nightmare born
blinded by ever shedding tears
lied to by all she held dear
stumbling, staggering, sometimes falling
trying to find the one voice she heard calling
screaming into this bloody sky
searching for this passerby
searching for anyone
running from what's to come
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