Thursday, January 28, 2010

Somewhere in Between Looks to Kill and Bette Davis Eyes

"Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past
With it's crutch, it's old age, and it's wisdom
It whispers "no, this will be the last"-Jimi Hendrix

Summer seeming now
 are the misty blue eyes
 which lie vacant
while the scenes repeat themselves
there is a worm eating yesterdays
like a Pink Floyd song
gone wrong
Through golden years
lies not peace
but liars of better days
History is non existent
within the hole of time
that is his mind
breathe in and out deeply
kid brother's run away
no jackets to be found
it's frigid
and the tears don't come
later on that night
makeup smeared eyes
tell the tale
she tried to hide
 with pen in hand like a knife
English Rose upon the lips
pink as blood
a letter will be written
that was only meant to burn
 the writing screams angrily
you were meant for something better
it is awoken by
the cold warmth of the fire
somehow destroying the words
releases them

3 comments:

Tzoules said...

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Zanah said...

Great post :) Mon Mode Blog