The world I create is
bleaker then before.
I had a dream of Death,
and it's shadow loomed over
me in a world more different
then the one we know.

So as I try to put the
shattered pieces of my life
together, and realized
the Zen of my existance
I am troubled by the
darkness and the void
in my heart.

And I walk down the empty
streets and feel the wind
behind me slowly growing.
The sun and the leaves
pause for a moment to mourn
over my thoughts in their
own very way.

I sigh as a new idea
crosses my thoughts,
and my imagination is
night and my dreams of her
are the days that will never
come.

10/22/2001

Posted on 10/22/2001
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