A distant memory, a silent whipser, from the darkness. A bleak reminder. A sharp horn, motionless and frightened. Lost in a world, far from reality. Unlabelled, unwanted, lying there broken, stone cold. Decorated in blood, red, the room white. Appearence of insanity. The room scrambled, prized possessions destroyed. All wrapped in a warm blanket, how cosy. The smile rises, the twinkle returns. A laugh to seal the deal. A sign of normality?
girlie you are getting influenced by rob crossley ... heheheh ... soon you'll have your own corner any ways .. good poem .. although pretty enigmatic ...needs some time to understand this .. but first impression ... hmmm ... looks pretty cool...
