Wednesday, April 06, 2005

Death as the Sunset

Out of the myst of the mind
arises dark thoughts.
Days of past and present,
none of it matters anymore.
Reality sinks in slowly
death within living flesh.
Rotting, eating it way
devouring life minute by minute,
till it is no more.
Till light starts to fade
as violet and crimson sunsets.
Beauty at the end,
the dying light of what once was.

1 comment:

Breeze said...

happy to see you post again. moving as always. posted the start of a new story, though it's probably a chick story(like a chick flick) check it out anyway i'd love some feed back.

love ya Deb