Tuesday, April 22, 2008


Scattered thoughts streamlined
across a pale horizon
a decoration of a still outrageousness
jerking its way into a blissful coma
My god is dead
& Ive seen no truth
For what do I have left to question
What do I have left at all
The streaking of silence
A parade for pretension
From mere memory
to near moments
I climb these walls every passing day
searching for evidence
that I once have lived
Shattered notions falling
upon a dark illusion
One to & thru another
Ive lost all color
We will walk this earth together
never in loss of our immortal lies
& in failure to dream
of a love inescapable

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