Rows and rows of broken hearts
Laid to waste in a garden of stones
Flowers disguise the nature of sadness
That torture the hearts of the compost remains
Crowing birds hide the sounds
Of their aching pains
Moans from sorrow’s catacombs
Like a symphonic maze they echo
From the deepest down below
Departing from this life without a goodbye
Disappearing like shadows in candlelight
Captured like vampires in coffins and laid to rest
Still alive but no longer living with compassionate sight
Depression comes to sweep them away
Into a night so black it blinds the moonlight
HASTYWORDS 
lot’s of powerful emotional imagery in this hasty. I love the line “a night so black it blinds the moonlight”
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Instant classic – melancholic and powerful, really like the creepy horror vibe of this one. Also symphonic maze is an amazing phrase, into my lexicon it goes and stays with me to the grave!
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Amazing imagery! I can feel the dampness and solitude of the cemetery by reading your words.
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EXCELLENT !!!!
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{{{{{{{{HUGS}}}}}}}
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Hugs back 🙂
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❤
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LOVE you 🙂
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Love YOU 🙂
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I find truly amazing (and disturbing) how extreme emotions (that is what I call it) can induce such creative outburst. The mind can be a very confusing place.
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I feel the same way and yea…very confusing place!
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