Posted by on Nov 24, 2011 in Childhood Fear, Restroom, Silent Hill, The Town | 1 comment
Backward we traveled to reclaim the day
Before we fell, like Icarus, undone;
All we find are altars in decay
And profane words scrawled black across the sun
Originally posted 2011-08-12 20:25:07. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
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