Losing, by ~The Familiar Side of Strange~ Subscribe to rss feed for ~The Familiar Side of Strange~

when the sun 
sinks past the horizon
and the water
glistens in the light
my eyes are filled 
with darkness
from the pain
that comes with the night
when the moon
rises high above
and the stars 
twinkle with might
my body is stilled 
with pain
and though there is panic
I will not put up a fight.
Posted: 2009-06-10 06:59:42 UTC

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2009-06-14 23:32:29izzy
this has so much detail in this one. i really like it, very well written.

2012-12-19 23:10:15Golden Ghetto Kidd
I like this, its pretty good