Mural
By Fallen Girl
touch this dying ember how silent you look underneath this decaying earth I found something I was not looking for it had appeared suddenly on the floor it was small and had collected dust a memory, a piece of rust I saw it first from my sleep a part of her, for her I weep and for me, this thought I keep tears of pain I seep I found nothing I was searching for nothing was something and nothing more a memory, a blood drop shed part of you inside my head pictured in grey, this dying hue hardly a mural left, left from you so, I paint this collage as I hide behind this darkening fassad my pallet of colors, in chaos swirl it is finished, this mural of this fallen girl. Written December 16th, 2001 © on Dec 15 2001 06:27 PM PST 0 • 1
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"touch this dying ember..."