maybe_mayhem
02/28/04, 09:08 AM
Prepare yourselves, this poem will blow you away!
Silent as a Tomb-
The sun never graced my skin on a night like
this. As the burn appears delicate but soothing,
the streetlight dims to a familiar shade to the
point that we can all empathize. A councel of moths
gather to share the gleaming rays giving warmth
to few. One by one they pause to spectate my hands,
grasping unbearable pain conceived by a black
figure marching into the night. Shivering
eyes catch glimpse of sharded glass that pierce
the ocean air left far behind. Days away from the
grass filled hill that screamed your innocense
leaves me uneasy knowing this massacre will bring us
closer. My time is now better spent perched on this
cloud at the company of fallen angels. Don't worry,
you'll join me soon. The burn has faded and I am free.
Silent as a Tomb-
The sun never graced my skin on a night like
this. As the burn appears delicate but soothing,
the streetlight dims to a familiar shade to the
point that we can all empathize. A councel of moths
gather to share the gleaming rays giving warmth
to few. One by one they pause to spectate my hands,
grasping unbearable pain conceived by a black
figure marching into the night. Shivering
eyes catch glimpse of sharded glass that pierce
the ocean air left far behind. Days away from the
grass filled hill that screamed your innocense
leaves me uneasy knowing this massacre will bring us
closer. My time is now better spent perched on this
cloud at the company of fallen angels. Don't worry,
you'll join me soon. The burn has faded and I am free.