A sigh from the hallows, we hear a last call,
Before the stars drift down as the heavens fall.
Yet the heat remains beneath the pavement,
Wanting to melt the pain of those who had created it.
A mind is distraught, and there in its canopy
Lies this surreal thought, a drawn up fantasy.
*He kisses me until my lips fall limber,
Each flake suddenly burning, as if it timber.
I draw a breath, and finally meet life
Enlightened, I climb from my strife.*
A silent exhale excretes this delusion,
Consumed, I now rest in a frozen seclusion
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 12:49 PM UTC
A sigh from the hallows, we hear a last call,
Before the stars drift down as the heavens fall.
Yet the heat remains beneath the pavement,
Wanting to melt the pain of those who had created it.
A mind is distraught, and there in its canopy
Lies this surreal thought, a drawn up fantasy.
*He kisses me until my lips fall limber,
Each flake suddenly burning, as if it timber.
I draw a breath, and finally meet life
Enlightened, I climb from my strife.*
A silent exhale excretes this delusion,
Consumed, I now rest in a frozen seclusion
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