As Creepy As Clowns
Dark Clouds Rain Down Tears Washing Away Swirling Colors From The Clown's Face..
ROAD
Cold sweating metal igniting death
Car keys wear the precious mask of a murderer
Stop sign dented and rusting bent to the ground
Three occupy sitting numbly.
Isn't it funny how life brainwashes the living into thinking they are immortal gods?
Three occupy sitting numbly
None aware, the reaper holds reign to a fire, death driven chariot.
Three occupy, sitting, zoning to the hum of a running engine
And highways run into highways
A baby's car seat and mother's undying love slowly engrossing
Like a winter's hibernation worm spinning it's web of sleep.
Three occupy, the third an innocent rose
Blooming flower her color admired by men
And hated by their women like pestilence devouring crops at harvest.
And highways run into highways into highways
And the reaper holds reign to the death driven chariot
Lives run into lives to end lives.
Screeching metal and infant children
A mother's undying love lives
Three no longer, the third a passenger for infinity
And grave garnished with faded petals
And Auburn toys
And lives run into lives.
-maggot+
my friend Molly, one of the most special beings that God has placed on this earth.
She died in a horrible car crash years ago.
true to her nature she was taking a friend and her child to the hospital
approaching an intersection where the stop sign had been bent to the ground, her vehicle
was hit by oncoming traffic. the driver of the vehicle that hit hers, as well as the mother and child
Survived.
Molly went on to be with God.
She will always be missed.
Car keys wear the precious mask of a murderer
Stop sign dented and rusting bent to the ground
Three occupy sitting numbly.
Isn't it funny how life brainwashes the living into thinking they are immortal gods?
Three occupy sitting numbly
None aware, the reaper holds reign to a fire, death driven chariot.
Three occupy, sitting, zoning to the hum of a running engine
And highways run into highways
A baby's car seat and mother's undying love slowly engrossing
Like a winter's hibernation worm spinning it's web of sleep.
Three occupy, the third an innocent rose
Blooming flower her color admired by men
And hated by their women like pestilence devouring crops at harvest.
And highways run into highways into highways
And the reaper holds reign to the death driven chariot
Lives run into lives to end lives.
Screeching metal and infant children
A mother's undying love lives
Three no longer, the third a passenger for infinity
And grave garnished with faded petals
And Auburn toys
And lives run into lives.
-maggot+
my friend Molly, one of the most special beings that God has placed on this earth.
She died in a horrible car crash years ago.
true to her nature she was taking a friend and her child to the hospital
approaching an intersection where the stop sign had been bent to the ground, her vehicle
was hit by oncoming traffic. the driver of the vehicle that hit hers, as well as the mother and child
Survived.
Molly went on to be with God.
She will always be missed.
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Comment by The Mrs. on September 14, 2010 at 9:25pm
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OK, that comment below was made by me......I was impostering you inadvertantly...signed in on too many sites at once...please forgive me!
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Comment by maggot on September 14, 2010 at 9:17pm
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My heart aches every time I hear the name Molly.......
never know what to say...I love you and I'm so sorry for your loss.
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It's a very sacred piece. It pulls me to a different time.
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