That Dying Light

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By lost the lonely dead •

The words, doth lie dead? Feelings, run dry? It has often been said Eyes are the tunnels to the soul So i ask you now What light was there? Did you not see it faltering? How could you miss the flickering? That dying light, the soul It, tortured, battered, beaten Forgot to love, to care to shine And thus did die, so shall I

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May 12, 2006 03:34Faith

I LOVE the imagery! Man, i wish i had your gift! One spelling mistake though, it's "dying", unless you ment to spell it "dieing", then that previous comment was irrelevent.

May 12, 2006 04:37lost the lonely dead

thanks! its one of my favorite really and no that was a real mistake

November 17, 2006 01:50Loneliness is condescending

i step back... i leave this to be the only thing i'll never say

November 24, 2006 05:39lost the lonely dead

thats ok i guess im not sure what to think really but since you arent either apparently then i suppose it was meant to die and fade away