Thursday, December 10, 2009

One Day You'll Miss My Presence

Upon my pillowcase,
Soaked with salty tears
Is perched a diary,
Filled with forgotten fears

Alongside the terrors
Ring a bell of gold
Inside a marble tower
My story will unfold
Pale stars trail behind
A long forgotten path
Memories are erased
And unto me is wrath

The room echos now
with the haunting voice of me
Calling from the diary
Reaching into night to see
A smudged world
where without my sorrow
Without my love
Life sings bitter and hollow ..

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