Tuesday, May 25, 2010


it was two o'clock in the morning
when bliss left my rayless world
the beauty that i once found
now swallowed best of darkness
over my brow and on my face
were drops of aching tears
an evidence of dewy days
i've lived and survived.
never was the sun had seen
my rosy cheeks all bloom
in a complete revolution of days
of the cruel years
for what ive heared in the morn
was completely different at night
in a change of wind's current
promisses were gone
leaving me empty
sitting while staring at the unknown
breathing,feeling the nothingness
until I refuse to think
I refuse to hear
I refuse to speak

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