I am lost In a spookie room Shadows lurk over the antique furniture And the eyes Oh, the eyes glare at me And I stare into them Finding nothing but hollow vacancy Behind the the black holes- Redemption Were they redeemed Must have found life- the kids seem so happy But this one He looks so unreal, so disturbed Maybe he too sought the truth Your comments are greatly appreciated!
Reason for writing:
Was spending the night in an old room in a Christian family's house full of old family photos from the 40s. One child seemed unable to smile like the others.
Birth sign: Taurus
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