The crisp cool air,
leaves of orange and red,
almost as beautiful as the blood of the dead.
Lips pale cherry,
dry as a bone.
Body kissed by death,
under a new graveyard stone.
Like a sheath of darkness,
another person dies.
leaving their story behind closed eyes.
Quiet lay the lies,
quiet lay the good,
quiet keeps them all hidden;
even the misunderstood.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 12:41 AM UTC
The crisp cool air,
leaves of orange and red,
almost as beautiful as the blood of the dead.
Lips pale cherry,
dry as a bone.
Body kissed by death,
under a new graveyard stone.
Like a sheath of darkness,
another person dies.
leaving their story behind closed eyes.
Quiet lay the lies,
quiet lay the good,
quiet keeps them all hidden;
even the misunderstood.
October 30, 2013
