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my eyes
a blizzard of full
chaotic inner turmoil
personalized my name's demon
lost in dark walls
roars belong inside... constant
this scream without sound hides back there behind
shaking
sometimes colorless is not
walking blades
daily smiles go their way
just wanna rip myself apart
my talking moon-kind drowns away
your energy tonight kills me
i am not but burning
mega-destruction wears my flesh
rotten stink has wrapped these walls
with my waking terror uncomfortably forever
desire calming
holding candle's wind begs through sleeping trees
like forests outside i am covered in snowfall inside our home
i've come downstairs
where roots are no longer june as cottonwood fluff
long gone are windows that caught warm sun-gifts or frost
tears can not drop like blood or bone
holes are not undone
they are nothing but deeper, wider
mine are not fillable
saving lasts without my tomorrows
from beyond where we stop
& with my soul crumbling beside you
i am condemned
a tortured breeze laughs
where your chimes are not that
a blizzard of full
chaotic inner turmoil
personalized my name's demon
lost in dark walls
roars belong inside... constant
this scream without sound hides back there behind
shaking
sometimes colorless is not
walking blades
daily smiles go their way
just wanna rip myself apart
my talking moon-kind drowns away
your energy tonight kills me
i am not but burning
mega-destruction wears my flesh
rotten stink has wrapped these walls
with my waking terror uncomfortably forever
desire calming
holding candle's wind begs through sleeping trees
like forests outside i am covered in snowfall inside our home
i've come downstairs
where roots are no longer june as cottonwood fluff
long gone are windows that caught warm sun-gifts or frost
tears can not drop like blood or bone
holes are not undone
they are nothing but deeper, wider
mine are not fillable
saving lasts without my tomorrows
from beyond where we stop
& with my soul crumbling beside you
i am condemned
a tortured breeze laughs
where your chimes are not that
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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sad, but but I love how you mix nature with emotion. thanks for sharing.