the emerald eyes staring at me
glossed in open eyes
hurt and misstrust
bestoed upon ones own glance
for why must it be here
that i find a disturbing
familuarity and home
warming like the bossum of birth
once again looking into
the darkenss of ones own
demonds and inhabitions
do i feel a the cold
being of witch
not to be had
but to one of not
or is it a salvation for those
who demand what of a
better existance to those of
one who is impure
as through the eyes of many.
thoughts of bliss
and sanctity with in
fill only a cup of what would
purge an abyss
a hearty felt hello
and thank you
cuts as though
a daggar from the foe
as once again i walk
through my journy
dissapointed in not others
but once gain myself
COMMENTS
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darkangelsblood
00:16 Mar 12 2010
very deep. love your style of writing.