there i was
there i am
same porch
same breeze
red cars
and green ones
portals that opens
and slides shuts
repetition is here
etched on my fingernails.
i erased the markings
to see them again upon the morning's waking
the sun is cruel
the moon is mean
shrivelled leaves
and smoking fields
testaments to nightmares
all along the restless hours
the pillows beckons
and the bed bowed
to welcome the goddess
the cheer the offering
upon the altar i lay again
and wait for the executioner's sweet kiss.
Hopeless Romantic. Grounded Realist. Jaded Cynic.Indignant Sputtering of A Recalcitrant Insomniac
Monday, February 22, 2010
Posted by Sakura Kira Hikari at 9:56 AM
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