By micHelle

But hating myself
for the life in my eyes
breathed in me by the shroud of a soul
i have longed to love
but cannot
craving instead for the darkness
once screaming in my eyes
my room becomes an island
my mind and heart alone
in anger i try to complete myself
while keeping a vigil
before the dying
blood-spattered candle
but the sodium sun arrives
bathing me in dead amber
and my life
explodes before me

a brazen lie...

(for those who are still in the closet, and others who are struggling, this one's for you people. for comments, e-mail me at zeitgeist_x@hotmail.com)




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