Sunday, February 17, 2008
The truth? The truth may only fight in the shadows of eventuality And where lies the spears in an unsettled youth Where are the demons when the light shines near and far? How do we seek when nothing shall be remembered? Many howl in the hollows of their uncomfortable ways Where does the light shine... Sign in to see full entry.
Death
Lying on broken glass A sense of stability washes over me Crimson red stains the floor Beautiful sight Deep like Roses first bud Up in the sky my eyes wonder Relaxing air wash away my spirit No longer a laugh nor cry. My ears are silent. Wind talks… Lying in a corn field Listen for wind, she come... Sign in to see full entry.