Fresh pages, old words

She holds no memory
last night's
past lives
Only visions as they grow
in her alluring mind
as the palce where the demons rest)
in between
the barricades
the padded doors
and silent walls around her.

Poetry by muddy waters
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Written on 2005-08-25 at 00:37

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the walls, they're silent, but the curtains speak, fluently. :)

hellish life, it takes no victims, but kills us all one by one.