"And as I looked out upon the wastelands of all that was once great, I knew in my heart that Superman lay dead and there were no more heroes."
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
A Dream Twisted
Twisted memories haunt my waking dream,
a scream so silent,
vision is grayed.
A touch unfelt the clouds on my soul,
you've taken me away,
you've taken me home.
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