This displacement
seems infinite,
as my tongue
ties itself
in knots.
My eyes are blind,
but my mind is dancing.
But it begins to rain.
The Slaughter itself,
is inevitable.
I am just a seed.
Lifeless.
Ready to bloom
into another cycle.
Where I become
tainted
with the blood of my soul
whom seldom bleeds.
I leave a trail
drop
by drop
of pieces
of a puzzle
we call life.
Stained are
the clouds around me
with the words
I can never find..
Mar 6, 2012
Mar 6, 2012 at 1:51 PM UTC
This displacement
seems infinite,
as my tongue
ties itself
in knots.
My eyes are blind,
but my mind is dancing.
But it begins to rain.
The Slaughter itself,
is inevitable.
I am just a seed.
Lifeless.
Ready to bloom
into another cycle.
Where I become
tainted
with the blood of my soul
whom seldom bleeds.
I leave a trail
drop
by drop
of pieces
of a puzzle
we call life.
Stained are
the clouds around me
with the words
I can never find..
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