Staring with paper eyes
A thousand targets, in their existence,
Challenge.
My companion and I,
One bullet and stubborn headed pride,
Accept.
Strategize, strategize,
Repeating an impossible song
Die.
Trying
And nothing more.
What are dreams
When we reach for the stars and
Burn?
Cataclysm pulling me in circles
To what I want:
What I’ve lost
In what I’ve found.
To think in gaze
On mortal parasites:
The sun in motion,
A death sentence
Rising to sink
What is inescapable;
Allows for sandpapered vengeance
On the luster of a dream.
Vengeance
Allows but a Day
To be undone.
The luscious delicacy
Beautiful, this torment; may I..
…no. Never.
The clock drags.
….but I can.
COMMENTS
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shanelle
09:34 Oct 05 2008
!!!! cool