Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Remorse

 

The music breathes its last
The printed page fades to black
The blinking television screen shoots
                                      poisoned darts.

Colours coagulate, dry up and fade.
      My head -- is empty
      My mind -- a blank
      My heart -- only you
      My ears -- your voice
      My eyes --  your face
      My voice -- chokes
      The air grows cold
      A red fire claws my soul
The hurt I gave to you --
  -- comes back to me
      -- a hundred-fold.
Please do not distance yourself from me
Lifeblood ebbs away.


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