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the longest. the last poem.
Slowly drinking in the mountain air
Smelling the lilies
Hearing the howls of wild wolves
Wishing to stay forever
Waking up crying
Not wanting to leave
Can't get through a night
Without seeing the paradise
Paradise...ha!
No such thing
Nothing's perfect
Actually, quite the opposite
Going over the edge
Sharp blade
Cold metal against colder skin
Time to go
No time to wake
Ever again
Paradise found
In Heaven
Rushed on the wings of hope
Crushed by the heart of death
Wish to be let in
To paradise once again
Dropped by Hell's devils
Into worlds unlike ours
Living up to the dead below
No longer paradise
Sirens blare
Cries wail
Blood drips
Love dies
Paradise found
Not with us
And this time
She doesn't wake up
 The_Emo Kare-Bare · Sun Dec 02, 2007 @ 04:50am · 0 Comments |
