Red blood oozes from
Between clenched fingers
That form a fist of rage.
One who stands alone
Clutching broken glass
In memory of...
In memory of the
Agony, the pleasure of pain.
He shows the world no
Secrets of his dark soul.
No one knows
Of the burning blood
That stains his sheets
All in memory of...
In memory of a lost
Soul,
Of lost innocence;
The loss of a brothers love,
Life and sanity.
All in memory of...

09/15/1995

Posted on 03/19/2004
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