Where Have The Children Gone, by Loneliness is condescending Subscribe to rss feed for Loneliness is condescending

Searching through abandoned playgrounds 
Deep within forgotten hideouts 
Wandering a blackened hall
Seeking out the mounting sound of rage 
Desperate seek out the callous 
Simple tune, uprising hatred
Moving on, these are our ghosts  of souls long forgotten 
I keep searching 
Soft whispers flirt with thy ear
Somewhere behind safely locked doors giddy laughter rises
Peeking through the keyhole seeking light 
Tapered teeth with forked tongues 
Spilling fictitious lies
Moving on, growing weary 
There’s a small group of children huddled round
Holding hands crying for each other 
Singing loudly to their god
Palms pressed to the window 
Listening to their cheerful voices 
May I join them?
Wandering back down darkened streets 
The mist erasing any sign I was ever there 
Posted: 2005-10-09 05:00:36 UTC

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2006-02-22 18:38:21lost the lonely dead
the children are lost im afraid in a strange world....its interesting to look back at the way things were and then look again at things now....the only children left are at youngest teens and even them well....