Gallery of Pain: ghost by weaver
By
weaver
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Tags: weaver, poem
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let the twilight
mesmerise your soul.. freefalling deeper into a miasma of lost timelessness.. should you hold them they would turn to dust of nameless scapes in strange dreams.. tossing restlessly with no end in sight.. and you dont know if the light you see belongs in her eyes.. theres a word you cant find in her faceless beauty and a colour you cant name on her gossamer dress.. she's running now away from the spilling tears like flowing blood glistening splintered stars its pain but you're numb blind.. close your eyes hear the softvoices sing of kaleidoscopic desires sweet madness devours tirelessly tugs but theres no answer in your senseless obsessions still you cant stop spinning... on the cutting edge a blade of unconsuming blackness a whisper on her lips haunts your sleepless dreams no one hears the screams memories melt into cold fires soulless eyes with no answers ghosts with no past... but echoes of her feet, still sounds.. in the empty corridors of your forgotten mind.. running.... |
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