The clouds once told me the moon would die;
in a black, black hole.
Sometime distant in the future,
long after every tree had withered,
long after humans were black gold.
So I stand listening to the ocean,
waiting for vibrations formed by sound.
Hollow in my eyes and in my mind,
drawn to the black holes of desperation.
In a crowd of strangers made of friends,
I imagine myself in the air.
Then noises fade, I'm filled with music,
while the strangers sinks in a black, black hole.
Eyes of stone are watching as I fall,
I feel the wind, but I'm paralyzed.
Now I'm the stone, but made of glass,
they couldn't catch me, they couldn't see;
Through my eyes, into my mind;
The black hole known by no one,
but me.
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- Desperation leaks through imaginary happiness... by Clinging-to-Life.
800 points, ended July 8, 2008, 17 entries
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Comments
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Very thought provoking. I couldnt grasp the concept of this until I read the last line and then it all just tied together. I can relate to this now, as I read it over. It has a deep meaning, something I relate to every single day.
thank you so much for entering
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