Swirls in a red glass
as wine lingers in a cup
that seems endless.

Ashes flutter and dance
as I remember you so near.
Gray mixes with crimson,
and I wonder when youth
was ever so innocent?

My mind is a haze as
consumption is the only
thing that makes me feel alive.
What a life to live when it comes
to trivial joys.

When summer can not be
lived again in a world so
old.

I wish that my mind was youthful
like days of and summers long
passed gone.
But sadly it was stolen when
childhood was robbed by
cruel and heartless minds.

All I can do is sit with
a youthful gaze but with old
dark eyes. The world is broken,
and so am I.

10/11/2006

Posted on 10/11/2006
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