agosto 17, 2007

Rain Of Brass Petals

I am the first



a shadow at the endof the hallway
i spin the carouselthe

laughter recedes awaymy finger on your lips
i stole something precious



i am the second

alone in a faceless crowda human caughtin monochrome dreams
i scream

to wake upmy voice drowns deep undergroundonly

the dead can hear me,see me

i am the third

a master

a sentinel of awakeness

i hold truth like a torchshadows flicker before merapid eye follow thechain of thoughtuntil the silence ends.





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