We are here and the sun punctuates us with blood
We are here and the sea accentuates us with lies
He was heard speaking as he walked by
of mirrors shattered ages ago
of vanished forms within the broken mirrors
forms that no one can ever put together again
Because our minds are but a forest of dead friends
Because our hearts propel us ever forward
to desperate from dying hope
Until our bodies finally succumb to the ground
leaving Desire stand alone and thirsty
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
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