Thursday, December 09, 2004

The voice within.

Lying in the shadows of darkness,
Pondering about the walk through the catacombs.
With every step forward, the further the distance;
Contradicting the difference in depths of love and doom.

Lost in the vast abyss,
My mind is in a whirl.
Starting of with an intangible ache,
Before moving onto the fate of an oyster and its pearl.

Maimed by the coldness of your touch,
From something beautiful to martyrdom...
It seems impossible to withhold a grudge,
For a false hope brings one towards a brand new morn.

The end of a perfect fantasy;
Shaken from a dream...
What appeared to be a catastrophe;
Was nothing more but a crystal that gleamed.

Love,
Brenda.
12/09/2004 01:36:00 PM