by: Leanne S. Pippin
©Copyright 2007
They, the children of chaos
seekers of refuge
hide coiled in spheres of emptiness
With scarred souls bound in solitude
And cry into the night
For some dreamed of liberator.
Fragile minds
In disarray fanaticize
Of some new existence
Where they control their own world
And all their pain is buried
Beneath the shell of their creations.
They become prisoners incased
Within flesh walls
Where light is absent,
darkness drips incessantly
And rats gnaw at the recesses of their thoughts
Consuming all remnants of hope.
Ageless memories
Infect diseased imaginations
And ooze bitterness in fountains
Until stretched beyond it’s limit
A manacle snaps and breaks
Killing many and everyone wonders why.
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