the sun burns
i shed my skin
the air tries to suffocate
i punctured my body with holes
the ocean moved to drown
i become a wave amongst waves
the wind seeks my last breath
it was broken by my throat
the moon's seductive glance
is met by my indifference
time's pacing stumbled
at the rhythm of my dance
I became extinct.
cornered by death
my fangs gleam -
a grimace or a laugh?
the cemetery of hope
I become extinction.
i shed my skin
the air tries to suffocate
i punctured my body with holes
the ocean moved to drown
i become a wave amongst waves
the wind seeks my last breath
it was broken by my throat
the moon's seductive glance
is met by my indifference
time's pacing stumbled
at the rhythm of my dance
I became extinct.
cornered by death
my fangs gleam -
a grimace or a laugh?
the cemetery of hope
I become extinction.
posted by Ernest Scribbler at 12/22/2005 12:42:00 AM
2 Comments:
no matter how much u refuse life, memory is what really holds on to you. u created too many before deciding to become extinct.
ominous truths ringing in the silence. but haven't we had enough of truths?
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