The Color Of The Sun, by EmeritusTrickster Subscribe to rss feed for EmeritusTrickster

I'm empty inside.
Nothing left in me alive. 
Broken bones
and bleeding blood.
Torn apart by fucking love.
Nothing matters,
Not anyone. 
I Laugh,
I walk,
I talk,
I cry.
My raindrop tears fall from the sky. 
I'm sick of this,
and sick of you,
but there;s nothing left that I can do.
There's this tightning in my chest,
forget about the rest.
I'm burning away,
to ashes, dismay.
Do you feel anything?
I can't be without you,
I can't breath without you.
I'm empty inside.
Nothing left in me alive.
Broken bones,
and bleeding blood,
flowing, flowing,
over the sun. 
Posted: 2006-06-29 17:28:55 UTC

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2006-08-29 19:39:28Faith
Such a sad poem full of heartbreak... i love the last 4 lines. Good job!
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