I watch you sleeping,
in my mind.
As you a fiction.
A dream or maybe
a desire that lingers.

I hold you and try
not to forget the
smell of flowers
that reminds me of
lavender.

To ease and relax the
soul as I foolish grab
the dagger to my heart.

All I can say is that
those images of you
never escaped my soul.

And I am doomed
to find the hell
in my sound as
the void reflects
my inspiration.

I want the empty void
to go away,
but you know me
with the sounds
of a fool.

I grab the last
thought as I gulp
down the very ending.

01/09/2010

Posted on 01/09/2010
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