The blood is the color
of my soul.
The red the color of
my hope.

Slowly the darkness
in me becomes the
black in the hearts
of me.

When my mind swims
of oceans,
and my wisdom
becomes my doom.

I think of all
the falls that
controlls my body.

When the yoke
or burden of
obligations binds
me with silver
strands.

When a piece of lead
to the center of the
mind will remove
any doubt.

When all I yearn
for is the cottage
of winter blankets,
melt away from me.

All my hope for you
is only to live and
die with a mirror of me.

Yet twilight is amongst us,
and in the end I face
the great shackled youth
alone and in the dark.

09/28/2007

Posted on 09/29/2007
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