((Another Twisted Dream.))
Life is a poisoned cup of needless suffering
That no one can show me how to drain
A wise Eagle is said to live in the Sun
The flapping of its wings is all that echoes
In each of these Eyes
Dwell Drakness and Light
Through which shall I look to tomorrow with?
A dried out and ruined city
Draws the lines between the dots
Causing meaingless events to happen
Soothing the Loneiness that Flames up
Within the body, Droplets of water fall
Towards the Culvert
Even if the poisoned cup is upheld and filled with this life
My dream that yearns for Death Drifts into it
The Eagle remains aloof; Its talons dig into the fort
Only the Flapping of its wing resounds
Let me be Crucified in the Blue Sky
I'll stand where Heaven and Earth meet.
Author notes
Heres another one, whoo-hoo. =_=
RAWR!
Comments
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Beautiful write. I loved the last two lines. You describe the meeting of Heaven and Earth beautifully. It made me think of how everything in life is connected on some level with everything else, whether on this Earth or above the sky, the universe, or wherever. Keep that pen flowing.
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