Voices in My Head and Sugarcube Mixtures

RSS

By Loneliness is condescending •

So this is what its come to my old friend Long nights of shadow deceit It’s not a word that lingers in the crevices of my mind But a single image trapped in time Years ago I thought I had thee When I promised to keep your smile from falling But the clock grew weary things cant stop forever And every day is my newborn history Don’t worry comrade I think naught of that day There is nothing left for me to say And that is the end of the story that began with the end in mind Now we traveled far beyond that truth To a land filled with the devastation of sincerity once removed Some how it still seems beautiful The only thing of beauty to behold other then hope Which died with that endearing image of your face The photograph in my mind of you ripped in half this morning Fluttering to the ground forgotten I don’t know why I even remember your name Its brought me nothing but suffering in my disintegrating honor But sweet dreams at night Its the only thing I live for now And life is a whisper of some small-mirrored image Far beyond my understanding Do you know how far to stretch? The voice in my head are silenced

This poem has no votes yet.

To vote, you must be logged in.

To leave comments, you must be logged in.

April 25, 2006 16:31lost the lonely dead

odd the name of this one had me thinking about soda and the rest i dunno but it plays silly fragmented images in my head and im really tired like even though its morning