waking up
By tristessa
empty visions, sweet illusions dance beyond her grasp swirling in her mindless rythms of wind in a far off land a soundless cry from a tree where a lonely spirit weeps she sways with the endless spirals as flames of emotion leap somewhere on the outskirts of reality aware of the star's watchful eyes no bandage for a broken soul nebulous writhing within her mind a million scars jagged in flesh encompass ever wandering souls in dreams she flees these mortal limits searching a way to become whole Written March 6th, 2002 © on Mar 09 2002 01:17 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"empty visions, sweet illusions..."