Down Time
When profound words won't save me
And sound thoughts escape me
Black velvet dreams consume
Every corner of the room
And whisper, my own fears berate me
Every hour of torturous pain
Bears the marking of a name
Bitter sweet this bruise
Knowingly, my muse, my ruse
I sink with you, that I may rise again
Poetry by Purple Phoenix
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Written on 2010-05-01 at 13:34
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