Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Gasping is for Pussys

I could actually feel the heat leaving my body
It was spiraling away into the night sky
All of my love and emotion left to weave between stars
The blades of grass softly caress my body
their touch embodying the emptiness of their stalks
My eyes stare into the moon's countenance
Searching for depth amongst the voided craters
The only soul barely cohesive surrounded by thick nothingness
A single tear escapes the iron clad lids
A tear that rolls down the hills of bone to free fall into peace


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