Life is a rhythm of the human soul and the body is the keeper of one's spirit.Its beauty is seen by the heart and touched by love's essence to bathe in its bliss.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Mystic Oblivion
Among them she vanishes and dies
To the world she passionately hates.
In the night her unwanted spirit
Is killed by the feel of dark
Devotion.
Forever unknown she remains dead to all
And alive to the dead,
May her living soul rest in eternal peace.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Her Pathos
Her thoughts punctured by her exhausted mind,
Like a vein torn to threads, it bleeds
From the thorns that lay within her,
Her vindictive spirit yells out loud as her
Faith lets up,
The silhouette that she has become
Hides her like a fallen leaf from
An oak tree,
Demons demonstrate their joy by pilhouetting
In her mind as she intimately falls in
Love with her sorrow…She looses
Grip on life as she takes her last breath.
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