The Truth About The End

The Truth About The End

A Poem by Connor

into blistered serene she runs,
another broken scene is done
what a golden cross to be hung
as she rises like a setting sun

broken camera memory
stammered epiphany
what kind of dream
is ripped at the seam

i forgot something there
something rubied and rare
and when the time is declare
well belief is a dare

the acid rain falls ruby red
against a sun sets darker black
she lies with all clothes shed
what a memory to take back

i forgot something there
something rubied and rare
and when the time is declare
well belief is a dare

no one ever really has to die
no one ever really has to die
no one ever really has to die
no one ever really has to die

© 2009 Connor


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i'm a journalism student attending northeastern university. my dorm bookshelf currently holds big sur by jack kerouac, the stranger by albert camus and junky by william burroughs. my favorite music ar.. more..

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