Follow the black cat down the alley
Feed it when it's dead
Blackened hearts beat no more
Sidewalks bloodstained, stains of old
Cold shoulders all around
Capture thoughts in tiny drops
Deep wells of thought that stops
Knocking at the painted door
Secrets revealed beyond its threshold
Speak easy, hurtful words
Lie in wait to speak untruth
Colours faded yesterday

10/27/2005

Author's Note: This is a result of a word game I played. One person says a random word and the other person has to write a line that starts with that word.

Posted on 10/27/2005
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