Tuesday, September 30, 2014


As I glare out the window
I take moment to catch a cold
Breathing ice through my lips
Wearing and withering a soul

Fictitious creatures crawl inside
Sheltered in dewdrop of tears 
Not a sound to be seen in light
Just a swish of piercing spears

Stumbling out from the wreckage
All that is left and whatever remains
No blankets to embrace for us
Only the darkness within stains

Coastlines are now closed in the view
A tremble from what began before
So much yet so little to explore
Worthless mention of this yore

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