Ghost

Timeless echoes spent
Waiting, watching.
Slow blurs stroll before a face.
Becoming lost, becoming mist.

Empty views of swarming eyes
Gazing, gathering.
Dreaming on creations blindness.
Still flesh, still bone.

Narrowed love grown loose
Dreading, drowning.
A concerto of lively silence.
Of life, of death.

In a single breath:
Fading through walls.
Imprisoned by layers of paint
Stealing your voice.
A winded song.
That cold embrace; suffocating.




Poetry by deathsdestiny
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Written on 2011-04-11 at 15:58

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