Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Were I the one to design your heart VI

The whirlpools below have made her a slave

An all encompassing fury

(and who is this who has called her back?)

From up on high the image shifts

She sees that boat crash through thick mists

And thinks of nothing but destruction.

Her essence through the ether as a scream of pain

Driving down dark skies faster than the rain

Red ribbons spoil the air around her broken frame

She takes this moment to become the sea

To crush this hateful vessel that MUST be

That which has prevented her ascension

And what would one need to break every window on this world?

Grayscale rainbows darkly shine

And fall into her sad, expanding body

She has refused the 11th hour

My nemesis, my love....


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