Mood: The UsualIt feels like I've got a long battle scar on my right cheek. It's always been there, motionless, invisible to the naked eye. My face rests on my stretched out fists and for the first time the scar begins to move, slowly pulsating with a life of its own. Deep dark beat of a fallen heart filling me with twinkling images of unspeakable horror and broken screams of anguish. I hear the echoes of a long lost war of emotion with rifle thoughts and great dream explosions. This warrior's blade has rusted, sunken in a black pool of regrets.
It feels like my being is trying to escape through the prison bars of my fingers. Long tar like flow of memories mighty enough to cover the entire universe.
Another poem waiting to be written...
...Created 2004-06-20 08:06:11
Be kind, take a few minutes to review the hard work of others <3 It means a lot to them, as it does to you.