Silver Akira

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Sun - Poem by Silver Akira

When the sun rises,
We fall to the ground,
Blood staining our hands,
Murders from the past,
Haunt us day by day,
Nothing we do seems to help,
Our internal decay,
As blood falls to the floor,
Death surrounds us like a broken dream,
Still we remain,
Praying the deaths are fake,
And hoping that all that is wrong,
Will soon be right in this world,
Where people die,
And others cry....


Comments about Sun by Silver Akira

  • (4/14/2006 7:07:00 PM)


    It's hard to tell if this is true
    or made up by a mind that's blue
    but still a read it was to me
    and one that I was glad to see
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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 14, 2006



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