Eyes so pure, yet so hollow
They long for warmth
Aged beyond flesh.
They shriek and cry with sorrow
Once found solace in wild blue iris'
Their innocence would whisper the promises of tomorrow
Now that tomorrow is here,
their fire goes.
Smothered, drowned, lost through a tear.
In the dark, anxiety dwells
the quickening heart widens the hell.
Consumed by black water the dark,
ethereal silk of unconsciousness comforts.
Yield, breathe, fair creature
make not a sound, not a whisper nor hark
for I no longer miss you in the dark.
Apr 1, 2012
Apr 1, 2012 at 8:22 AM UTC
Eyes so pure, yet so hollow
They long for warmth
Aged beyond flesh.
They shriek and cry with sorrow
Once found solace in wild blue iris'
Their innocence would whisper the promises of tomorrow
Now that tomorrow is here,
their fire goes.
Smothered, drowned, lost through a tear.
In the dark, anxiety dwells
the quickening heart widens the hell.
Consumed by black water the dark,
ethereal silk of unconsciousness comforts.
Yield, breathe, fair creature
make not a sound, not a whisper nor hark
for I no longer miss you in the dark.