The band plays their somber piece
Cogs in rusted machine.
The drum echoes out, a single pulsing beat.
My eyes are heavy and my eyes are weak
I've been waiting here all night.
She looks my way. Candlelight eyes.
She asks me, "Can you hear him coming down the corridor?"
We both fell silent as she looked towards the door.
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Author:
Iamhere (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments1
"Candlelight eyes" excellent phrase. Vivid picture.
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