Aurora borealis
Sweet paincame next to me.
and sat down.
wrote segments
of ancient knowledge
in the sand dunes
of a time glass
seducing the night
into distant whispers
of truth.
well, queen of darkness
wrote a poem about
void, emptiness in a
veil.
Well, my sweet pain
came next to me
and died in my arms.
a last caress, i think
i killed myself, but it wasnt
my fault i got to close.
now i lay on the distant
planars of the many
heavens above.
angel eyes still looks
at me from the distant
place where stars are born.
silent whispers at the crescent
of time, well i guess it's too
late, too find a place on the
brighter side of time.
Poetry by asshole
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Written on 2007-03-02 at 22:12
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