Mountains, Heavy are the mountains
But that changes, with the passage of time.
Sky, blue sky
What your eye can't see, what your eye can see.
The sun, one, only only one.
Flowers, so many the same, so many without purpose.
Sky, sky of red
Red the color, the color I hate.
The liquid flows
It drips, ripples and pours.
Blood, the scent of blood
From the woman who does not bleed.
From the red soil, the humans come
Humans made by man and woman.
City, a human creation.
Evil, a human creation as well.
What are humans?
Are they creations of god?
Humans, created by which is human.
this is that which is life.
My life, my heart
I am a vessel for my thoughts.
The entry plug, the throne of the soul.
Who is this? This is me.
Who am I? What am I?
This object that is, is myself
That which is forms is me.
This is myself that can be seen,
Yet this is not the that which is myself.
A strange feeling
My body feels as if it is melting.
I can no longer see myself
My form, my shape, it fades from view.
Awareness dawns of some one who is not me
Who is here, there? Beyond me here.
This person I know
people, my classmates, family?
Who are you? ...... Who are you?
Nothing left to make me feel anymore
Theres only you and every day I need more
If you want me
Come and find me
I'll do anything you say, just tell me
I'll believe
All your lies
Just pretend you love me
Make believe
Close your eyes
I'll be anything for you.
COMMENTS
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VampireLustLover
15:22 Nov 09 2008
very nice