The sheer luminescence of hope, slowly evanesencing each day I walk this earth.
The sheer luminescence of any exiguous happiness, buried in the sepia dirt.
The sheer luminescence of faith, never finding its rebirth.
The sheer luminescence of him truly loving me, is all just a fake.
The sheer luminescence of suicide, coming closer with each breath I take.
The sheer luminescence that he wouldn't even care, for heaven's sake.
The sheer luminescence of death, jumping into death's eternal lake.
im 11 years old..
and with very limited skill at writing
please critique!
2007-05-03
18:12:04
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