The wind cries midnight
church bells chime descent
and in the graveyard
the dead turn over in their beds
In the street of the lonely
street lights flicker
and the fog of despondency
gets momentum and thickens
All here are doomed to stay
lost souls, in limbo
from puppetries with marionettes
to blonde squeaky voiced big *** ******
The wind cries midnight
and to my delight
I leave here soon
so farewell as I say Good Night
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 6:15 PM UTC
The wind cries midnight
church bells chime descent
and in the graveyard
the dead turn over in their beds
In the street of the lonely
street lights flicker
and the fog of despondency
gets momentum and thickens
All here are doomed to stay
lost souls, in limbo
from puppetries with marionettes
to blonde squeaky voiced big *** ******
The wind cries midnight
and to my delight
I leave here soon
so farewell as I say Good Night
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
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