Untitled 2A Poem by Matt Stitzel
A lost soul bawls
Out an archaic call Down these Ancient halls That Echos off the cold walls Dawned in damnation Caught in temptation Continue through contemplation Find there's no dedication Last of a forgotten race Been left in a dark place Trying to pick up the pace Alone waiting to see her face © 2015 Matt Stitzel |
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Added on June 26, 2015 Last Updated on June 26, 2015 Author
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