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I hear them scream
watch the dribble
upon this I would scribble
yearn beyond and seekwithin
falling away into the fire pit
so the wind in my hear
it would speak should I listen
but I close my eyes at night
and give a silent prayer to
those whom are deaf while
I dispair.
Heart beat and heart pulse
blood runs
cold and hot,
another shot
but for the darkness
where I wither
a flower chocked
of oxygen and sunlight
that never meant much of anything.
So dry away
and live through another day
what more can there be done?
Find a speck of happiness
lying to yourself
while you hold truth
by the fingertips.
Unraveled before its time
fall into the river
now I drift a maidens fair
where one might see
and one might smile
but I scorn those looks
and know my prision
my heart is locked
and the stole away
but did I not willingly
give, and hopeful I remain.
7:31 PM - 8/21/2007 -
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