pulse.


"Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I feel like I can't take it, like my heart is just going to cave in."
-Ricky Fitts, American Beauty

14.3.08

empty

listen by Alistair Chong

an empty playground
desolate with innocence missing
vacant wind moans the sound
of creaking empty swings

dark side unveiled
fighting stars for the darkness
over them prevails
searching the deepest corners

the empty park filled
childhood spirits have decayed
the blood of pure hands has spilled
ghosts of memories have long since betrayed

in the darkest depths
under blackest shadows
is guilt and stains of death
and the long gone breath of hallows

long gone
long gone

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