StitchedA Poem by LivingDeathStitched across the fragments of a thousand broken hearts Over splintered reveries that refuse to fall apart, Stitched through night and darkest days These ashen thoughts of searing grey. Implode the nitroglycerin Infused by crimson hearts within, Through these visceral seas of time Beats a moment unstained by grime. What now is eternal will discover new truth Our souls are ablaze like the fountain of youth, Death by these miles, sweet crucifixion Forever entrapment for a world with no sin.
© 2012 LivingDeathAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on November 19, 2012 Last Updated on November 19, 2012 AuthorLivingDeathAbbotsford, British Columbia, CanadaAbout"I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not." ~Kurt Cobain. Wasssup guys! I am me, if you want my name, ask me for it. Life in every breath, is my motto. 22 years old, living .. more..Writing
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