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When everything turns to nothing, I'll still be there for you.
[poem] Instant 
31st-Oct-2007 12:04 am
mao distorted
Notes: Called 'Instant' because there wasn't actually any real thought involved while writing it. Suddenly it was there, in one block. Just like that, quick, like fast food. Fast poem... Instant.

(22. Oktober 2007)

No words left to speak
All there is just wants to weep
There's nothing I could do for you
And nothing is what you will do

No ways to keep me
No ways to leave me
No ways to cut this pain
Just gash me slash me all over again

Feel the pain inside my soul
I know how much it makes you whole
My lips won't tell you what I need
My eyes will never speak of greed

No words will reach you from where I am
No feelings conveyed from here to man
Suffering sweet agony completes my heart
Anguish tearing my soul to shards

Your eyes they heal me with every breath
And drown my life in sublime wrath
Left with nothing that I could claim
Left with no one whom you could blame

The only sound that rings your ears
Is my thorn-filled cry for fear
My soul just perished and what you see
Is only shards and shreds of me 

I want to see those eyes again
Looking down from higher plain
Leave me and I'm nothing more
Than a fine black feather on the floor.

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20th-Apr-2008 07:36 am (UTC)
無名〜One with no name
As there's no comment on this, I have to say something *smile* ... Love your fast-food-poem, especially the last two lines, 'cause now, fine black feathers have a different meaning to me ... and my vacuum cleaner will no longer devour them ... because it could be YOU
20th-Apr-2008 10:35 am (UTC)
^ , ^


*points up to her header/layout picture*
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