Sunday, September 23, 2007
A Voice, Elizabeth to Abigail, Evan Syverson
Your voice sounds like a gunshot
echoing through the barrel
Like a crash of thunder
in the vastness of night
Like an avalanche
on the most peaceful mountain
where no one expected it
Like a knife in the back
Like the knife through my heart
Like an aftershock
feeding off of the chaos
Like the devil
feeding off of the weak.
echoing through the barrel
Like a crash of thunder
in the vastness of night
Like an avalanche
on the most peaceful mountain
where no one expected it
Like a knife in the back
Like the knife through my heart
Like an aftershock
feeding off of the chaos
Like the devil
feeding off of the weak.
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