On this page
I am
Without strings and words
My tongue racing through
A desert of emptiness
Here there is no wind.
There is no path
Weathered by your feet
Nor a tree
Seasoned by the sun
My friends, there is no time.
It is here I lie
Underneath the stars that burn
And it is here I will be
When my face becomes theirs.
Here they fall
Strangers dressed in silhouettes
This land of mirrors
Without a name.
And it is here that I lie
Like all that I have lost
Consumed.
Unparalleled.
I am
Without strings and words
My tongue racing through
A desert of emptiness
Here there is no wind.
There is no path
Weathered by your feet
Nor a tree
Seasoned by the sun
My friends, there is no time.
It is here I lie
Underneath the stars that burn
And it is here I will be
When my face becomes theirs.
Here they fall
Strangers dressed in silhouettes
This land of mirrors
Without a name.
And it is here that I lie
Like all that I have lost
Consumed.
Unparalleled.
3 comments:
I cant tell you how much I like your work.
Only if there were more like you, it would have been so much easy, only if..
Howling to read it.
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