Liquid time.
The waves of all who were.
The sound of red.
The vibrations of 1,000 machine guns firing all at once.
The taste of hell.
The bitter tears of widowed lovers.
Hell's mortal angel.
Never to see the end.
Of that maze called life.
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PoetryHey, I haven't published my work before now, so please be nice. Criticism is always accepted. ~Toby
