alexander h. (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} glenlambert) wrote,@ 2006-06-24 04:11:00 |
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to hell in a halifax
the room is stuffy, black. unconscious. some people see well in the dark. the killing weighs on his conscience. families, lives torn apart. he's trapped between the covers and the guilt. all those people he killed stand now around his sweaty bed. breathing sharply; surrounded by the dead. those fingers that had flown so true now tremble. gripping at the pillows praying this dream would disassemble like so many bombs in peace, but even if he could speak them they wouldn't understand his pleas. the innocent smiles of youth, the wizened face of age, by now it's no use to try to disengage. hands cast in moonlight extend and bring the cycle to an end.
the room is stuffy, black. unconscious. some people see well in the dark. the killing weighs on his conscience. families, lives torn apart. he's trapped between the covers and the guilt. all those people he killed stand now around his sweaty bed. breathing sharply; surrounded by the dead. those fingers that had flown so true now tremble. gripping at the pillows praying this dream would disassemble like so many bombs in peace, but even if he could speak them they wouldn't understand his pleas. the innocent smiles of youth, the wizened face of age, by now it's no use to try to disengage. hands cast in moonlight extend and bring the cycle to an end.
