Saturday, July 28, 2007'♥
Run-
Of stories that were never retold,
There is :
A Den in the forest of dreams;
where she lingers.
Of fading memories that haunt in permanence,
Of stories that were never retold,
There is :
A Den in the forest of dreams;
where she lingers.
Of fading memories that haunt in permanence,
There is :
A disquietude of yesteryears;
Where the silence deafens.
A disquietude of yesteryears;
Where the silence deafens.
Of fears and paranoia that wields and kills,
There lies:
Her cadavers in the darkest of nights ;
Where fleeting shadows marr.
It is ;
In her facades of puppetry,
she lives anddie.
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Her cadavers in the darkest of nights ;
Where fleeting shadows marr.
It is ;
In her facades of puppetry,
she lives and
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to theng and ja.
tonight,as i lay this soul to rest,
i am thankful, that of the most moving images of time, i saw the intangible reflections of ourselves in one another's eyes - reflections of nothing but appearances that are dedicated to embrace the essence of each other's otherness of our past and present.May this ember of trust and faith see us through ageless time.
it's in your eyes that i see me.
thank you.
2:48 AM
