Mystery hysteria

Desireless creature
Eye of death
How it makes you tremble
And fall from your hopes

Depressing cold
Hand of the night
How it makes you cry
When the sun goes down

Killer of dreams
The pitiful smile
How it makes you loose
Your freedom to despair

In a night of sorrow
As we are still stuck
In the mystery hysteria
Of our own creation

Screaming hate
The small words
How it makes you see
The desperate reality

Arrogant thought
The hate felt
To those who canít see
The need for new words

In a night of sorrow
As we are still stuck
In the mystery hysteria
of our own creation




Poetry by Cr4Ky
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Written on 2006-11-29 at 00:52

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liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
WOW.

Such a haunting poem, it grabbed
me from the first stanza.

Have to bookmark

10/5

liz
2006-11-29


Kathy Lockhart
the whole poem grips me but the last stanza haunts me.
2006-11-29