2012/04/23

Pinprick - 2012/04/23

They asked me to stop
Though I knew not how
So the facade crumbled

They begged me to save
Yet I possessed no power
While to doom we tumbled

Pieces of my imagination
Layers of logic gone mad
Taunt us at each crossing

The antidotes are missing
Lost to our exact counts
It is they we are tossing

Screams produced of hell
Unleashed by recklessness
The ship sinking by choice

There in the distant wind
That saintly sound emerges
Is it a dream or her voice

Who dares claim they know
Whilst the world so drifts
Into the annals of my blur

Only a fool claims to see
The truth built upon lies
Ignoring horrors that stir

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