Fading
I feel your presence levitating,
watching my every move.
Your hands outstretched, I'm suffocating,
dying by the arms of you.
fading way, such sweet sorrow,
unheard of in a world of art.
bridle and weak, breaking from meek,
dying out is my heart.
vision fading, pigments spread so far apart,
I'm drowning in destruction, lost from civilization, Lost of art.
I'm falling into an abyss of blank,
lower and lower though the hole,
burnt and worked, sucked of earth,
fading from the world in whole.
What do you think. It's preety flawed I think. Any suggestions on how to make it better???
2007-12-10
11:50:01
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SilverFantasy
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Arts & Humanities
➔ Poetry