The last ashes
scatter all around
me like snow.
I walked down
the ghost streets.

My eyes haunted
by the past,
and none of them
seem to surrender
any kind of peace.

So I drag my feet
and my soul bleeds
again a black ichor,
but it's to late.
I'm grown up.

No more lessons learned
and no more ways of
making up for past crimes,
because your stuck
with an old man.

I raise my arms up
and fall forward,
and saints and angels
don't come to my rescue.

Finally I run and I'm
gone.

01/08/2009

Posted on 01/08/2009
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