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Post by Riah on Jan 21, 2015 0:07:25 GMT -5
"When the Sun Goes Down"
So when the sun goes down into the ground,
And when they crawl out from their graves and dirt,
And when they whisper words of pain and hurt,
Shut them out and hide, never to be found.
Only heard is silence, the loudest sound,
But then sometimes there is a tug at my shirt.
I scream and I run but what is it worth?
Bust out from the casket and look around.
The sight stops my heart with each breath and I ache.
All around they stand about like zombies,
Their rotted grins and glowing eyes peer in.
Hope is gone and I wish to pierce my heart with a stake.
When the sun sinks, always there are memories,
Appearing to me like corpses that haunt within.
(Italian Sonnet)
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