Corridors, Corridors, Corridors
Turning corners, fortified walls
Falling dust settling on grime
Windows shattering from flying hail
Pain itemized for personal use
The heart is bleeding
From its place in the innermost cabinet
The storm is not passing
The ghostly folly is penetrating
Weakening beams through their creaking
Aimless sounds of abandon and disrepair
Are whistling silently through
The light of the sun and blanket of the moon
That seep in through the holes of the sealing
The elements of the world are caving in
As I walk through the corridors
Searching for a way out
Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 1:14 PM UTC
Corridors, Corridors, Corridors
Turning corners, fortified walls
Falling dust settling on grime
Windows shattering from flying hail
Pain itemized for personal use
The heart is bleeding
From its place in the innermost cabinet
The storm is not passing
The ghostly folly is penetrating
Weakening beams through their creaking
Aimless sounds of abandon and disrepair
Are whistling silently through
The light of the sun and blanket of the moon
That seep in through the holes of the sealing
The elements of the world are caving in
As I walk through the corridors
Searching for a way out
endorsinglife.blogspot.com
January 2, 2011