Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Forgotten


This nameless feeling engulfs me
A burning sense of desire
A hopefulness to belong

A starry night, with it's king, Moon
Illuminates my soul
Revealing the emptiness that I am

The soft leaves of the Sakura tree
Fall gracefully
Brushing away my tears

With small vile, clutched in hand
Filled with devil's blood
My escape that I seek

Swirling winds, cry for me
The chilled glass pressed against my lips
The cold blood enters my soul

Without much waste
My throbbing heart stops
Securing my soul's place in hell

With swollen eyes
Stone cold skin
My body lies in still

With King Moon
Frowning down
Forgotten, will be my tale

-Metallman

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