the greyest skies
the cloudiness in your eyes
your hand extending out to mine, a surprise.
i'm not alive.
the loneliness does not subside.
everything i feel inside
drowned out by the shallow tide.
this subtle disguise of pain
will always reside.
my soul abides.
and i will eventually die.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
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