Thursday, November 03, 2005

on the isles of my heart
i can see something peering through
and standing for a second..
begining to see the buildings
the fortress is still intact.

i want to see through the clouds.
if only to see the sun for once more,
everything around me, decays.
i feel like a dried storm
lingering - grey - and failing

in the soundless night
i am empty, not even half full,
the tears, cannot rain anymore
and for a moment i am dead.


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