The Trial Of The Millinium ajb911: as time has passed something has been lost in the numbers just as love in hate slumbers, tumbling ever closer to death in the span of a breath as time in this sphere is limited though the dead speak no one bothers to listen the faint echoes even though they are heard by every wandering soul some cold others burning hot as coals as the charges are read after the verdict has been handed down so if you look every one one is convicted. | poems Chat Room Similar Conversations |