Intervals gone dry of life.


Retrospect

Step till swept,
-swept and down upon exhaustion
Horizon wide, crimson wet

No fault left, hardly able
- Spitting lung and dreams to speak
All is at fault, but I'm too weak.

Fetal and fatal in its wind,
- inhaling it up, till movement begins
Horizon wide, beckoning with grins




Poetry by Sithre Lateralus
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Written on 2006-09-25 at 04:12

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and in retrospect....
a faint smile as the vision drifts into black
2006-09-25