Level 12 - Scurrilous
Join Date: Dec 2002
Location: Cali-forn-I-E
Posts: 5,848
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A world without waking
See her painfully red lips-
No longer.
Watching her mood come to grips-
No longer.
Her eyes and their strength,
In her moon washed restraint,
Painted pictures of purpose
Rising from depths, to the surface;
Of these pools intentions drown in.
Feel the diseased dying days-
No more
Enveloped in chains of maliase
No more
Her words and their wounds,
Bitter sweet and in tune
With the setting sunlight rapture,
A solemn blood sky bringing capture-
To welcoming the means to an end.
Then waking invokes this daft realities claw.
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Through dead blue eyes.
Last edited by Hogpile; 05-04-2005 at 09:01 AM..
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