Death of a Beautiful Evil
The poets dead
The writers gone
The heart is cold
The soul is lost
The words are scattered
The dreams are broken
The poets dead
The screen is shattered
The light is black
The music's flat
The lyrics are damaged
The rhythm is tainted
The poets dead
The poets dead
The poets dead
The poems alive
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ChristopherCross
Just trying to give a voice to the unspoken words. Twitter.com/youngtaylor9 Enjoy :)
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