'Heated Hatred.'

Laid far aloft a windery wing, Swooping high and low, Touching puff and blue... Screaming long i feel the glow, The shimmer, The glimmer, A restful burn upon my skin, A ball of sweetness orange, Leaves me feeling thin. Thinner than i am, But warm and wurly... true. Perhaps this the moment of, Pure existence, healing blue, Yet eminent death, it calls me through, A life so full it burst... i am left with nothing... nothing... nothing. Twirly tundra fills up my head, Cutting me slowly, the sands of time... Touching me innocent, wickedly scorn... i think this it, My time now, foregone. Rhapsody white, pink, blue and grey, Simply waiting, for another scant day, Wearily weaving through hedgerow black... Goodbye for now, i'll try not and come back. For i know that you'd leave, In a whim, without woo, The hatred expanding... you'd love to be you, But instead you are devil, Fork in your hand, Horns set to ram me, I DON'T UNDERSTAND! Joust me and crack, the whip through my bones, Sliced, i surrender... please let me go home. i see now i think, why you wish just to cause, Me pain and distress, to be nowt but the pause, In my heart that i find, no beat i have left, Soon i will fall, hard down to my death... It's simple exposure, to your tongue so defined, Hatred rolls easy, the good i can't find. Once i was smitten, to think you could be, More than at once, my eyes plainly see, i was wrong, and i know now... don't remind me, i beg... i'll let you be left, and i'll die here instead. Laid far aloft on a windery wing, Swooping ever low. Burnt by every cinder... Burning from the glow, The heat... The hate... i give in... it's too late. Your knife of pure evil... DIG IN!hmmmm, yeah... okay... just, fell out. Written January 23rd, 2002 © on Jan 23 2002 04:24 AM PST, harry luck    18 • 0 • 1