Behind the frozen once enflamed sands
Above shoulders that bare colour imbued images
Not of a diety but of a beautiful place to be
Eyes breathe oxygen in the waking dream
Hope sters in the recesses of the mind
I am the villain hope will never reach
Behind eyes of abandon
Lies anguish amidst mercy
Yet I cannot rescue the princes
Take a deep breath before I move on
Moving into a distance never in range
Away from the self created prison
Sadly your not my struggle
I am but a tumor upon this world
And yet I live, breath and feel
With every moment I turn andsay goodbye
What war awaits my un-numbed inner eye
Behind eyes of searching
Lies anguish seeking mercy
Yet I cannot rescue any princes
Take a deep breath before I die
Moving into a distance called the grave
A self dug trench my own six foot prison
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Inspired by Searching eyes
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