Sep 24, 2008


a fistful of memories, stolen from moments
a ghost, an angel in the remnants of time
a desire once, to burn in your arms,
a desire once, to experience trance

a fistful of anticipation, in your homecoming
a longing, a negligence dwells and deluges
a yearning, discreet, to open up to you
a yearning indeed to foget what i knew

a fistful of tears from the dry eyes
a fistful of bliss, dissolved in black
a dream painted in the sheer dark
a dream never completed the arc

a fistful of vengeance, hollering the mirror
a fistful of nudity clads the bereaved soul
a morning when i woke up 'awake'
a morning shall never be the same again

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