How Beautiful.
Horizon brings new days, passing stars turn to dust.
Lovers hold one another in lust and watch the passing comets.
That they go drifting, kept on flying. With the everlasting desire to cross the ocean.
Love surrounds your every move, it cradles your heart in warmth and affection.
How lost.
How every shadow crys its own tears of black nothing-ness.
The beauty of it all.
Silk blankets hover over our appalling salvation desires.
The ones that find themselves, become lost in their own cluttered souls.
The lost ones, find home at a lay of irrelevant reasons to hide.
The ones who cry drift off. They slowly fade and melt into their own skin.
How painful
The pain from the heart gives you dis-trust.
Your heart breaks into falling pieces that slip through your fingers, as you try to grasp them.
Tears come loutishly down,
as the embarrasment of leaving your feelings to show brings heart ache.
"Take it away" you pleed to empty air.
How your dreams fade as they crush below your tired soul.
To see them care deeply, makes you realize..........How so real.
 Pain-Killer 4 Dead Angels · Tue Jun 05, 2007 @ 01:00am · 0 Comments |
