Into the Light, by coby Subscribe to rss feed for coby

Delicate drums of deception are played 
Sorrow and suffering lead dreams away 
Disturbing images of eventual night 
Some are born of misery some die in delight 
A careful plan of love and remorse   
A painless picture of doubt and divorce 

Ripped from their self forever is torn 
Some die one death 
And are never reborn 
Posted: 2010-01-16 18:09:05 UTC

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