'Dream no more.'
By blackheart
Irrelevant be the serendipity that our pure nature courses. A simplistic overtone, of our soul. Somehow indignant with a peace of mind immortal, In this ever, everyday drum role. Contained within this pink and delicate, fraying casket, Once full of life, and dreams, and hope. Alas, the momentary glimpse of perfection took it’s toll, A wish upon the breeze now gone… I wish I’d never spoken. Revered, respected… no more I stand upon the mill of purirty. Words seem to spiral ever downwards to describe me. Justice is a cruel yet standard suit to predetermine, It’s hammer, met the skull around my brain, I cannot see. Speak I will no more for now of the hatred I do keep, Instead I’ll show my colours, flowing like the stream. In which I used to stare, to see my face with cracks not there, This is the termination of my oral dedication… For my dreams. Written January 10th, 2002 © on Jan 10 2002 03:11 AM PST, harry luck 0 • 10
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"Irrelevant be the serendipity that our pure nature courses...."