A rock in a sandpaper throat
difficult to choke, impossible to swallow
obsession had outlived love
dreams too large for tiny arms
and ashes were left where she treads
tears fill one eye as the other stays dry
love prevailed in cold bloodshed
drifting away another vague memory once so powerful
'twas a dream from which to be awoke
the moon turned red and her twisted silhouette devoured the sky
the ocean transformed to venom as her warm breath met the sea
a fiberglass vial, the poison, the pain, the nothing of a dead ghost
leap off the precipice, one might likely fly given the right mind
only the doubtful would cry
only the uncertain would kneel down in remorse and give in to the unknown
her last heartbeat didn't make a sound
exemplifying her lifeless soul
burying her dead thoughts
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
A rock in a sandpaper throat
difficult to choke, impossible to swallow
obsession had outlived love
dreams too large for tiny arms
and ashes were left where she treads
tears fill one eye as the other stays dry
love prevailed in cold bloodshed
drifting away another vague memory once so powerful
'twas a dream from which to be awoke
the moon turned red and her twisted silhouette devoured the sky
the ocean transformed to venom as her warm breath met the sea
a fiberglass vial, the poison, the pain, the nothing of a dead ghost
leap off the precipice, one might likely fly given the right mind
only the doubtful would cry
only the uncertain would kneel down in remorse and give in to the unknown
her last heartbeat didn't make a sound
exemplifying her lifeless soul
burying her dead thoughts
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