Tuesday, May 01, 2007

:: Tempest ::

O, beaten traveller,
why will you fall ?
For weary your journey has been -
Yet stumble do you and endlessly crawl

O houses of man
you wrought and enthralled
For how long could ever they last
In wake of deception you call

O blissful, your queen of the stars
Never to tarnish, ever to scar
Now torn down and endlessly felled
a whore made thus far

O weary and beaten you traveller
The travesty only you are
For empty to wander forever and only
The death of an ages you mar.


- 01/05/07 0400Hrs

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spoken. at 11:48 AM



"Point your gun in another direction — now that you've cried yourself to sleep."