Friday, September 10, 2010

Cleanse Me

The rain will come one day

To wash away the decay from my heart

Needing to break out of my chest

It claws, ripping and tearing through

Needing light, sight

Insight which manifests from my minds sight


Energy evolved

Spreading away and thin fading into darkness

Never to forget my hearts memory stored on the backs of broken dreams

Desire not which thy seeks

But to desire that which thy reaps

Heart tires of weeping, tires from pain

Heavy and sinking that which I built to keep afloat

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