Wanderer

A major blow to the back of my head
the injury sustained was critical
time was of the essence and I had nothing to lose

A situation so massively explosive
A nuclear disaster thundering these skies
So close to the end of my time

I could feel the Devil
Breeding flames upon my skin

One seriously wounded beeing
Fell through the crying skies of sorrow
And landed on the purest soil of the earth

The unforgiven wanderer
Speaking words of poison into clean ears
And creates the mental graveyards

On wich he wanders in your head
Eternally.



Poetry by Cr4Ky
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Written on 2008-05-08 at 16:07

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