Post by Graveyard Goddess on Jul 16, 2005 21:10:04 GMT -5
Lights and perfections danced
A sweet echo of fate’s kiss
Projecting onto my open mind.
Aching for a magic cure; my gaze drifts far away,
To a scissors work of art—leaving scrap-booked memories
Upon my heart; to drain the love.
Drip by drip to drift away
This so called love which took me a whole life of marks to find
I coward behind the lifeless mist—beneath this trenching
of saltwater sea
Pulled by the moonlight’s supremacy
In a world of whimsicality; a dearth of contempt— in which the
Shadows burrow.
Against the floor; where all is safe, I scavenge for my cradle.
Where isolated In mere innocence of the unsuspecting; yet content
Comforted by the arms of nothing; the infants living grave
I never found those footsteps—but a thousand thoughts I found dispersed
Upon stories in elusive dreams; upon poisoned epiphanies.
The labeled bottles; the empty eyes; the music-box which sing an elegy
You’re lost somewhere in a memory;
For those too washed away, with tearing rain.
What a poignant sorrow it is to admit;
You were only a mirage of pain
