Coursing through my forsaken veins
Weepingly
And from my eyes flow the dark
Sleepingly
The withered body is dancing
To the uneven melody
A song to the endless night
Tenderly
The enshrouding shadow engulfs me
All is about to being lost
And I am unable to bid them farewell
Wouldn't be any better if I stay, right?
I, who don't have any strength left to keep on living
To be forgotten
Brightly
The rays of hope shine on me
But they only hurt my eyes
They fail to invigorate my broken soul
Laughingly
Lovingly
Leniently
I lay down here, waiting
No matter what I try I never seem to go anywhere
I spend so much time only to return to where it all started
I want to escape the untolerable grip of guilt
But it is too late
The pain coursing through my forsaken veins
They flow from my fingertips
Sealing the end of my breathing
Friday, April 2, 2010
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