Lying in a pool of clouds
sickened at the thoughts
The irrevocable sights and sounds -
Sharp and pentetrating
deadened grasses beneath me
at the priceless cost
of tearing my silent soul
Will I forever be lost...
Cold and tired
of lies and schemes
My tears like nails
piercing his skin
I lay down my burden
for a restless dream
partnered with such emptiness
or so it seems...
Speaking from a voice
that does not hold truth
curbing my tongue aside
To withhold the stranger
a memory in dillusion
inside of my thoughts
Dismissing his tainted pride
upon some darkened night...
Life drizzles lonliness
patterned from random devotion
and embarrassment will reign
when the ukempt passion ignites
the fiery tree top sways
while smoldering ashes remain
until cleansed by the rain...
and if so...
When does the grass
become green again
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