Expiration...

Random...

        Copious collages of collective cries
Stitched by the needle of time
Intrisically sutured with threads of hope
A tapestry of the lucid heart

Catching the eyes of innocent bystanders
Elusive emotions that grapple with dreams
Fascination of collective apparel
Like an oil painting the mind creates

Withered leaves from dream trees
Scatter to show a past
Like rustic snowfall, crumbles beneath the touch
Of the calloused hands of liars

Dust disperses to nothingness
On a breath of breeze, so fresh and clean
To leave the corpse of memory
To rot in a crypt of spectral dreams

Reviews

[Anonymous Shadow]

blimey... descriptive but completely random...

[Candle in the wind]

Your words paint a picture on the mind's canvas.