SomewhereA Poem by Immoral EpidemikA poem that me and my boy wrote.Ink Weaver feat M As the sun sank over the horizon making way for the moonlit night A man walks among his tombstones fearing no end in sight The deceased gaze down upon him but not from the welcoming sky Somewhere in the past he hears the wails of angels cry This man comes from a distance and places long forgot Among the dunes of sands we once so desperately sought Alone but not forgotten, the painful envy sips On a boy that sits so silently, the sum of life's eclipse © 2015 Immoral Epidemik |
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1 Review Added on November 1, 2015 Last Updated on November 1, 2015 AuthorImmoral EpidemikBowmanville, Ontario, CanadaAboutI'm the Immoral Ink Weaver slashing through my opposition with a metaphorical cleaver more..Writing
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