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Thursday, August 18, 2005

27 minutes

27 minutes,
parts tear like leaves.
spirits fly like birds as time creeps by.

flash in and out,
the light comes on.
i turn to scream but there's not a sound.

17 minutes,
remain still, unmoved.
but the locks within crying for the keys.

how would i have known,
and seen,
the uplifting winds that were to entrace me.

7 minutes,
the bell beckons,
that raging fire caresses me gently.

that engulfs, i sign my surrender.
consumed by all the hopes and fears,
i turn to scream but there's not a sound.

the clock strikes 7,
the heartbeat stops as
this has to be some kind of heaven.

ghouls drift by and
brought me down,
as i crash without a sound.

the candlelight flickers,
it struggles, in its weakness finding strength.
just not to let it die.

and all that was left,
when all has left,
were 27 minutes of secrets and death.