The Crooked Frame

The Crooked Frame

Walking down the hallway, pictures in frames
Notice one isn't hanging straight
Enter a room with a dozen doors
Too many choices grabs your brain

A hundred voices, makes you insane
An empty feeling as you lose your way
A child's scream puts you in his place
See your picture in the crooked frame

You're in his eyes but your mind is here
Broken glass streams out of your hair
Face is torn as it falls from the hand
Drops of blood seep into the floor

Years pass by, looking with dead eyes
Return to the house where you used to laugh
See a print through shattered glass
The boy he screams, feeling your pain
You see yourself in the crooked frame

July 27, 2006 @ 12:40 pm | Category:
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