Silence

Death arrives among all that sound
like a shoe with no foot in it,
like a suit with no man in it,
comes and knocks using a ring with no stone in it,
with no finger in it,
comes and shouts with no mouth, with no tongue,
with no throat.
Never the less its steps can be heard
and its clothing makes a hushed sound, like a tree.


Pain gave him inspiration.
Pain gave him purpose.
Pain sucked.
~Lynn Ewing~


Sup punks, I've been gone a while and now I'm back.I'm tossing most of my works and only keeping a few up, but don't worry I'll have more for you soon enough. Now enjoy yourselves we can't all be gloomy all the time. Well I guess we could but it wouldn't be very fun now would it?

Whisper's Works

Poetry	2007-04-03	Where Demons Play (Extended)
Poetry	2005-04-20	4-20-05
Poetry	2004-04-20	Magic Herb (Revised)
Poetry	2005-02-03	Lost
Poetry	2004-12-30	I Wish...
Poetry	2004-09-07	My Dark Paradise

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