Little Boy LostLittle boy lost,Little Boy Lost
Lost in the shadows: alone.
Who wants to come out and play.
Though lost so long,
Within the darkness of self,
That he cannot remember the way.
He screams, he shouts,
But nobody hears.
The masks of adulthood get in the way,
His voice falling on deaf ears,
Dampening his good cheer,
Turning all his bright dreams, and hopes,
Into terrifying, and paralyzing fears.
So What?Those eyes, those skies so sapphire in nature, those ebony eyes shout out to the drunken world around her used soul. Her sultry voice makes her way into their Glasses, Masses of deteriorated continuums, of time lost forever inSo What?
The citidel with its bioluminescent glimmer, With its immaculate portal. NO! Her body gyrates in the red Fabric of her dreams, Souls, Loves, Her metal lover grasps her song In the whiskey stench of Men, boys or man Makes Does What he wants Takes What he wants Cares
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Dreams Are Necessary to Life. --Anais Nin
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Dreams Are Necessary to Life. --Anais Nin
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Fiona
Stock and Resources Gallery Moderator
I am taking a little break from computer time right now but I will still be on here from time to time.
Thanks for
(the evil laugh of death shall overwhelm you)
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Dreams Are Necessary to Life. --Anais Nin
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