'Restless.'
By blackheart
Itinerant on wasteland, my eyes frozen… Enveloped by a mourning dust. Wrapping me in dune laid gloom… Bones against the jaggy rock made bare; smashed. Lashed. Away, and washed. Wind against my organ, Restless…? I criticize, My aimless little wander, My pointless cry. Gregarious I do not dare lead, Unto a bed so hot. So stay there with your fraying faith, And watch me from a far to rot. Caricatured in outlines, my eyes frozen… Glaring from the heat against my chest. Pushing down against my heart… Eyes staring callous to the dead horizon; bare. Tear. Lively, so rare. Acid soon surround me, Dramatic twilight satchel, Holding me forever long, Through my brilliantly crafted downfall. Bizarre, is true enough I see, But you are nothing more. One day you’ll experience this pain. As you bear this heart you tore. Written December 17th, 2001 © on Dec 17 2001 02:33 AM PST, harry luck 18 • 0 • 1
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"Itinerant on wasteland, my eyes frozen…..."