Staring at the sky for the last time...
By Ice Cubism
Try to restore it but missing a piece swallowed away with my inner peace searing my eyes and burning my mind painfully searching for parts i can't find lost somewhere in time back when i still knew how my heart would chime when thinking of you breaking my back and crippling my spine a relentless attack but outside i'm fine stinging itself dry this void in my chest breathing hard as i try to remain at rest i'll put it together whole once again but in time it will weather my soul will weaken fall apart slowly on the cold dirt of the land rotting pale and lowly in that final yet whole sand Written December 14th, 2001 © on Mar 21 2002 12:58 PM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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"Try to restore it..."