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Post by Graveyard Goddess on Jun 19, 2005 21:18:22 GMT -5
Tracing upon the sand; my spirit glides In desperation. I run With the ire filled; crashing, screaming tides In mere desolation.
Through the, soft spoken wind In a still life painting Decaying—Waiting for, a new life to begin
I fly from this reverie, The darkness densely hovers Conjuring My enemy.
The rain blocking everything Singing my light’s song Sounding like a cry; Mourning its life With a lullaby Crashing upon the shore, As it dies.
I can not hear a word Through this thunder A mere echo; of my mind I swim away From the silence Through this desolate angst filled brine
Lost in this reverie Without a voice I haven’t a leg to stand upon Mind-Reeling threnodies Form saltwater seas Tears drowning out Ability To breathe.
Tears Forming suffocation. Ive lost my voice Ill cry away my demise But here Im trapped I’ll never swim away From this tattooed pain Death in oceanic Paradise.
And I still hear its song Brushing the sand, Onto the lifeless and whitened shore. Singing the threnody That lullaby As I Lay lost upon The oceans floor.
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Post by starryeyes on Jun 20, 2005 18:07:52 GMT -5
wow.... i love the style it was written... it's really heartfelt
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Post by Graveyard Goddess on Jun 20, 2005 19:09:50 GMT -5
awww *tears* thank you baby ;D
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Post by foblin on Jun 27, 2005 11:44:24 GMT -5
It's awesome! ;D
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