Colour of desolation

Colour of desolation

A Poem by Cheavel DeLuna

Machine.

My lover, my machine.

 

Rabbit.

My machine.

 

Poison to my suffering,

sweat. Sweet suffering.

 

Leave me at my door, but wait inside my room,

hidding under sheets of gold,

cut me open.

See my soul.

 

Take the body.

Robed in skies,

to the ocean, leaft to die.

 

Blood stained satin. Waves,

once so blue.

© 2011 Cheavel DeLuna


Author's Note

Cheavel DeLuna
a tad dark, but it's the first i've written in a while

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Added on January 31, 2011
Last Updated on March 28, 2011
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