Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, February 21, 2011

 My head is hurting and negativity rules and I feel anchored in darkness and lost within the cold..I want to erase my yesterdays and make them forever go away.

Mirrored reflection cast but still not seen,
the image of souls ponder on borrowed

I can't control  the madness nor make it
fade away it has its hook on the moment
and it plays a viscous game.

I knew life wouldn't be easy,  I just didn't expect it to be so difficult.

It is the cries in silence that beg for your love.

The death of a spirit is is seen through the loss of love.

If the whispers of my heart could cross the mountains
the song of love would fall upon your ears.

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