One stone circling glass
Lies form from ash
Twisting, turning with steady beat
Craving one last defeat
Crystals slipping in pools of blood
Waiting for the final flood
Winding up ... pulling back
Heart stops anticipating the first crack
Then the stone flies straight in the air
Shattering glass without a care
Shards of bleeding lens burst
Caused from the Demon's thirst
Life's bleeding on the ground
Demon leaves laughing,
"I have more victims to be found."

01/26/2002

Posted on 01/26/2002
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