Sreenan
11-18-2012, 01:39 PM
It is a slab of contemplation
To forever always drag out and drain
Grace's utterly pretty, sparkle filled
But hopeful wondering and tired eyes
Of all their soft wishes; wide dreams...
The deep of her mind whispers...
'Them hindering scenes; those hollow bangs, thuds
And screeching, slashing - so silent - screams
Drip through my memories fickle, severed artery:
A part of me intricately planned - it must be said,
Through warranted and the utmost warmly bitterness
- to miraculously slip away from its muddled grip,
To dodge the drowning that menacingly lurched before me then.'
To forever always drag out and drain
Grace's utterly pretty, sparkle filled
But hopeful wondering and tired eyes
Of all their soft wishes; wide dreams...
The deep of her mind whispers...
'Them hindering scenes; those hollow bangs, thuds
And screeching, slashing - so silent - screams
Drip through my memories fickle, severed artery:
A part of me intricately planned - it must be said,
Through warranted and the utmost warmly bitterness
- to miraculously slip away from its muddled grip,
To dodge the drowning that menacingly lurched before me then.'