Once told of words, in worlds, waning with my will.
Old and trembling, emanating, the serrated slurs, serenading the sanctum of binary stars, singeing the seams of sleeves, and revealing the scars from afar.
Distant stars born, of the storm.
Whirling waywardly, in the wizardry of windless cities blowing away,
Wading into the wetland droughts of water houses, unsettling the doubts, anchored on land, in a flood of mans, love.
Drown
In the shallow nouns of, the haphazardly hallow, in the hollers of happiness, hugged in the hellish habitation of holograms dancing for the sun,
Long after the run, ... ended,
In the stunned patience, of forever.
Death is in the favor, of moving on.
Not am i gone
yet.
Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 12:46 AM UTC
Once told of words, in worlds, waning with my will.
Old and trembling, emanating, the serrated slurs, serenading the sanctum of binary stars, singeing the seams of sleeves, and revealing the scars from afar.
Distant stars born, of the storm.
Whirling waywardly, in the wizardry of windless cities blowing away,
Wading into the wetland droughts of water houses, unsettling the doubts, anchored on land, in a flood of mans, love.
Drown
In the shallow nouns of, the haphazardly hallow, in the hollers of happiness, hugged in the hellish habitation of holograms dancing for the sun,
Long after the run, ... ended,
In the stunned patience, of forever.
Death is in the favor, of moving on.
Not am i gone
yet.
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