StagesA Poem by Suavis_UmbraAnd so at my last, my gift to you,Is an honest but re-assuring warm adieu.I contemplate the size of the universe, I create the image in my mind and rehearse, the one act which will make me a curse. ***** I live in the depths, where all is moss, and evil thoughts in your mind I toss. I burn the pen and forge the paper, Never naked,in your eyes I am but vapour. **** I am a madman inside your mind. I let the darkness subdue your kind And, through this words that muses squeal; Your soul by a madman in the end Is in Heal. **** In the end I face the truth. In the end my soul has lost it's hue. And so at my last, my gift to you, Is an honest but re-assuring warm adieu. © 2012 Suavis_Umbra |
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