i can here the voices crying
out to the dark reveries that
surround my silhouetting
memories forever and ever.
as the atmosphere eases
every-sign of subconcious
emotions tha seems to be
lost inside the silver madness
on which i try to hide from you
and every-one who loves me.
erie morganmaples
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/untitled-1087/
