In the depths
I’m drowning bliss,
the thoughts of those—
the ones I’ll miss—
the sole remains
of carnal souls,
filled with blanks,
chocked with holes.

Seeing the eyes,
the fateful stare,
their murdered breath
upon the air,
hope on a string
at distressful hour,
thoughts that sting
and often devour.

Hidden face
behind the wind,
behind the place
where devils walk in.
Still,
I sulk and stalk,
stealing will
until they balk.

Crying tears
for thoughts of those,
the sudden fears,
I cannot close.
Yet try again,
I must,
lest my sin
fades to dust.

From my heart,
I yell,
ripping apart
thoughts of Hell,
still too soon
for those I’ll miss,
under the moon
drowning bliss.


TkB
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[This message has been edited by Embers_Before_God (edited 04-11-2001).]

~*~ I write, therefore I am ~*~

Dance with me under the moon. Touch my pale skin. Devour me. Love me.