As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Man on a step

I hear Your ghost calling

It silences Me
You etch sadness into the night
Im done talking

I watch My words fill Your empty vessel
My tears turn into Your possession
And Your demon walks with us

My lungs will fill with
The scent of Your tired
Clothes that You once wore
But You are now gone

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