Sunlight melts through
the blinding currents
as I stare with clever
eyes into the ashed
covered grown.

The glow takes the
air as I gasp for
understanding in the
chaos for a moment
blinds me with blue.

Echoes of toxins
blend with my air.
My lips kiss the
sky with a fever
as I touch heaven.

I smile as joy fills
my chest pumping crimson
and air into the
chambers of my being.

It comes to a climatic
ending as my eyes
close for the last
moment and the
darkness and void
takes away the sadness.


The joy and the misery
melts as love ends
and death is the distant
beacon that pierces
the fog.

03/14/2009

Posted on 03/15/2009
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