troublegal05 Posted January 9, 2005 Share Posted January 9, 2005 Through the darkest of shadows, he hides his gloves A break from sanity gone dimented He seeks a sliver of light to sooth his nerves of a future worse than fate His door seals shut with his last breath to a free world No longer do these gloves bring warmth but rather the cruel icy chill of death No longer a free man to his secluded world but a slave to a crime and a free man to bars Only a "truth" can hold a ray of hope to a rotten mind Possessed with the challenge of a murder Red settles his deepest desires and feeds him with comfort Such a solemn future for a cold blooded murderer Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
boredguy Posted January 9, 2005 Share Posted January 9, 2005 to sooth his nerves of a future worse than fate I love that line. the whole poem too, but that line simply speaks to me ! wow! graet work Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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