'Passing.'
By blackheart
Passing moments in the breeze, A Chance to breathe? Lost in voices always turning, Back on me. Broken silence? Heart of glass... Refract the many feelings, I allow them to pass on by. Reflect the feelings... Kept inside; No more. Am so unsure, Repeat the cure... However unpure. Reckless with my expectaion, No more revelation. Beside myself in anger, A darkest adulation. Uttered ardor? I do think not... Lost in simple voices, A void so unrepentant. Find a hole to fill in me... Do not be hesitant; Tentative. Cannot live, Visualize my edge... Am i dead? Passing moments in the breeze, A chance to breathe? Passing moments slipping by, ... slipping by ... ... slipping by ... ... slipping by ... Good bye. Written December 10th, 2001 © on Dec 09 2001 09:48 PM PST, harry luck 18 • 0 • 1
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"Passing moments in the breeze,..."