The words ended in a cloud,
The air became my fear.
I hid from my own shadow,
Numb by mind's changed gear.
The white robe became red,
Love transformed to hate.
The venom stuck like glue,
I tried but failed in my protest.
Savoring the moments of past,
I outran myself till my breath last.
The mirror was frozen on cue,
With remorse,I soaked the visionary haze.
Nothing mattered now in the world,
Not the cry of birth,neither happiness of life.
You left a trail of vacuum between us,
A divisive tear before a decisive knife.
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DAVID ERICKSON
I'm still thinking about this. I like it!!
January 8th, 2014
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Thanks david:)
January 8th, 2014