I like solitude
The past walks with me
It lives with me
900 years ago there was nothing here
No hotel
No theme parks
No promenade
Just a beach; nets hanging out to dry
Armored vessel's in the bay
I will never forget the consumption of my body
Tainted
Nor
Cleansed
Love confounded me; it wasn't despair, it was bliss
The face of the mirror had more substance than a wraith
Yet I knew it could not exist; nor could I
For I am infamous
Leaching off of people to dispel my death
I am a time borrower
I am a display
Merely a face of time its self
Mourning for my
Kirchwasser
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 4:48 PM UTC
I like solitude
The past walks with me
It lives with me
900 years ago there was nothing here
No hotel
No theme parks
No promenade
Just a beach; nets hanging out to dry
Armored vessel's in the bay
I will never forget the consumption of my body
Tainted
Nor
Cleansed
Love confounded me; it wasn't despair, it was bliss
The face of the mirror had more substance than a wraith
Yet I knew it could not exist; nor could I
For I am infamous
Leaching off of people to dispel my death
I am a time borrower
I am a display
Merely a face of time its self
Mourning for my
Kirchwasser
© Keith Lake 3/31/15
