![]() Forces of ChaosA Poem by Morgan A LynchThe sun starts to sink behind the mountains the air is warm and thick you could almost cut it with a knife This is weather only evil could survive in
Creamping out of the shadows they come for me
Screaming for my sanity No one can hear me Sweaty hands over my mouth
I try and go to another place in my head But, i can smell them coming Cigaretts and Whiskey another of dirt and gun powder
still they come one after another trying to take me away i fight with all my might for if they succed they will drag me threw the mud And i will never be found again
Eyes of steal, cold and dark wearing a smile for a mask is my fate.
© 2008 Morgan A LynchReviews
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4 Reviews Added on October 30, 2008 Author![]() Morgan A Lynchsandbox with cactus, AZAboutI am 24 years old and live in AZ.. I have prob failed every english class that i have taken. I hate to be told what to write and how to do it.. i write from the heart and things that i feel. umm to te.. more..Writing
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