The silver lining of your cloud explodes,
there lies your soul, naked,vulnerable,
Attacked by memories,
Ridden with pain,
Escaping is your cloud.
And you are left with nothing
nothing but a tortured soul
Longing, Longing.
Searching out to find its cloud
Blinded, Blinded
Blinded by fear itself
not knowing who to trust
or where to search
Escaping is your soul.
There you lie
Unconscious
Shook by forgotten people
wishing for death
Escaping is your life.
A contest entry
- Beauty, Tragedy, Etcetera by MessedupMarionette.
700 points, ended November 17, 2008, 13 entries
Silver trophy winner
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