twilight, by tcsmola Subscribe to rss feed for tcsmola

the tragedy that is my existence
the curse that is mortality...
a lonely soul lost in the cold of winter..
a dying heart bursting into pieces..
this lungs beg for one last breath..
a breath of fresh air from this polluted environment..
tear drops from blood shot eyes..
saline dark red blood...
demons and vampires all around..
slowly sucking the life out of me..
the night of haunted dreams...
a full moon in the horizon...
a scream of pain shatters the silence..
an evolution of my conscience..
slowly the casket is lowered...
six feet but not under...
i may stand alone
but slowly i rise from the ashes...
Posted: 2010-03-08 09:49:01 UTC

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