The Three Fold

[Graveyard Goddess]

Circles on the floor, purified in crystals of salt. cold barren stone, stings the wounds.
Echoes fill the air ;Ecstasy is unknown, when your bare and alone in the cold.
Threnodies, ring in my mind— endurance has been shattered.
Walking through my world, corroded; I am just bruised, torn and battered
from playing this game

Playing this game.—I play with my, pieces of pain; Perceptively; I could see
the smile that stared back at me, but I’ve learned to get in the lead;
I fall through the hole where my heart used to be.
I will have, no one to miss when I’ve vanished away.
Burn all my photographs;; What memories are there to save?
Burn me away.

Watch my life from dust to death; and my ashes, then turn to into earth.
When I cry for memories, which never contained any mirth
I melt away –toss it in the dirt; My ashes are nothing, but food for the worms
As my photograph burns, my ashes are nothing, but food for the worms;
so they feast on my soul as my photograph burns, It blows in the wind
and falls to the ground ; as it dispersed;
I lay me down.

[lanaia74]

Very original and creative and , very well done, my dear friend

[Leash]

Interesting piece, Graveyard Goddess. Its neat how such a short piece of writing can reveal so much about a person.

This like popped off the page!

Playing this game.—I play with my, pieces of pain

Nicely done.. I just love the wording.

Looking forward to reading more from you.. I havent been around in forever!

[Graveyard Goddess]

wow this one is so old i feel almost embarrased by my writing. thanks for the comments though. i liek that line too
please do visit more often when you can