Monday, January 20, 2003

I could'nt believe how old he looked.he looked so tired and worn,like he could count his days on one hand.and he did'nt look happy about it.tapping on a piano and letting his voice echo thorugh the walls.you'd never suspect he was so old,but you might have a hint.and when he poured the glass of wine all over the table,soaking what could have very well been his last meal with a deep red liquid...all i could do was stare at the floor and remember what he once was,and silently sob.

dedicated to The Man In Black.

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