Shadow-creatures
Through the air-veil's thick smokescreenI see obscure shapes of shadow-creatures.
The quiet, hazedrowned dew
is falling down on our bodies,
finding our souls.
Our hearts are drowning
in tear-streams and blood-rivers.
Our bodies - the remains of
Zoloft, Prozac and Lithium.
We are nothing
but shadow-creatures of our true selves.
The haze is the mere remain.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2005-10-11 at 02:00
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