Dust

The stars such spackled beauty,
painted onto an infinite canvas,
they watch over you
and know the truest meaning of love,
and yet,
you reach for dust.
Selling your flesh for no cheaper price,
than just to raise chemicals in your brain,
for a moment,
as eternity stands before you,
watching,
and you know it is wrong.
Stripping yourself of heart and mind,
tearing knowing scars into each,
just to watch them bleed.

Reviews

[Justin]

another great read thanks for sharing

[Aramey]

Thank you for stopping to read, always a pleasure.

[Justin]

no problem friend

[Sara Rincon]

I like it, but I think it could be condensed or directed a little more near the end. The last three lines seem a little fuzzy to me. Love the first few lines though. Really draw you in!

[Aramey]

Very intuitive, I "finished" this with no ending. I had to stop writing and never continued with this one :)