That Dying Light, by lost the lonely dead
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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 |
| Posted: 2006-05-18 14:34:51 UTC |
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| 2006-05-12 03:34:20 | Faith |
| 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. |
| 2006-05-12 04:37:10 | lost the lonely dead |
| thanks! its one of my favorite really and no that was a real mistake |
| 2006-11-24 05:39:42 | lost 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 |