Treasure Island

Doruk Kaynak

(The past, present and the future.)

Written In Blood


I walk in an endless corridor
Decoreted with the heirlooms of the life that I used to adore
I treverse in this familiar space
That is a reminder of my lost grace
And as I carelessly tread I step on tiles made from the memories tought I'd erase
And in this timeless space
Lies tomes that are written like a maze
And every phrase fazes a part of my faith
And every word recalls a different wraith
And every letter is written in blood
And every page mistened by a tear drop
And the story they tell will make your tears flood
Don't read but listen with eyes shut
And listen to the abrupt stories of my corrupt mind  

Submitted: Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, March 12, 2014

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