How could the dead not realise
The secrets that you keep so near?
Why, would not, the shame you feel
Be founded in disclosures clear?
Naked, shock exposure
Plasters pictures in your mind,
Quaking realisation of the dread
You fear to find.
How the brilliant crimson
In your cheek reveals it all...
Why the squirming torment
In your gut becomes a ball...
Can you face the horrors
of the sleepless night ahead?
**And will you come to terms
When you're confronted by your dead?**
Marshalg
Walking in dark solitude
Mangere Bridge
21 February 2011
Feb 20, 2011
Feb 20, 2011 at 6:19 PM UTC
How could the dead not realise
The secrets that you keep so near?
Why, would not, the shame you feel
Be founded in disclosures clear?
Naked, shock exposure
Plasters pictures in your mind,
Quaking realisation of the dread
You fear to find.
How the brilliant crimson
In your cheek reveals it all...
Why the squirming torment
In your gut becomes a ball...
Can you face the horrors
of the sleepless night ahead?
**And will you come to terms
When you're confronted by your dead?**
Marshalg
Walking in dark solitude
Mangere Bridge
21 February 2011
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