WhyA Poem by ~Sorcha~A masquerade ball under falling tears Glass shards that shred the shadows Revealed in light is the darkness surrounding us Still I dance as the blood flows
Corpse like granite so cold so hard Crumbling to dust in my arms The mud encases me in the rain I cannot be washed clean of my sins
Sitting in the crowd and the light Darkness is mine alone A wrist slit clean A river of blood and you're gone
Lost... alone... The world spins, ever turning Gone... faded... I am still here But... why? © 2010 ~Sorcha~ |
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Added on May 23, 2010 Last Updated on May 23, 2010 Author
~Sorcha~Kaiserslautern, Germany (deployment), WAAboutI like to write; these past few years I have just hit writer's block after block. There are so many things in my life I could write about, but I can still never seem to find the words for any of it. .. more..Writing
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