dark blue cancer, by Mary Magdalene Subscribe to rss feed for Mary Magdalene

anyway the stars are out
the deeds have been done
there's no escaping
the fire in me now
burn forest
and it's dark
but the minute that i
speak up
i am wrong
and you think about that
while i pour flames
over the tree tops
the stars
a million
are over-looking us
me in the middle
of my wrath
I'M JUST A TRAGEDY
A WORTHLESS PHRASE
a witch in a castle
that's burning to the ground
a cloudless sky
and a cold, crisp night
while embers burn
around my feet
boring holes under me
i am totally at peace
with it
and i graze the
woods down
anyway the stars are out
Posted: 2008-06-03 21:25:44 UTC

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2008-07-17 20:17:49Teresa
great job i think i got the consept but im not sure --Teresa