The stars shone through his soul
As a reflected sonata glittered in his eyes,
The desire to be wanted -- bordered insanity
As the restraint of an unknown fear
Veiled the last of enshrouded oblivion.
The final words, madness
Smuggled ignorance under the curtain of night
Out the sweeping abyss -- a door of hope
The water ran through her soul
Fixed on the eternity of wondrous beauty
The desire to be wanted -- bordered insanity
And the shackle of society custom
Creep into her mind, overflowing peace.
Although peace was an illusion
Crippled by madness, she fell
Out the sweeping abyss -- a door of despair
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The Poor Side of Silence
PoetryA collection on poetry that allows me to gaze into the abyss. As my heart drips into these pages and words slip out of my psyche, this breathing document is to show the world as I see it: celestial.
