Wednesday, April 16, 2008

A Fruitless Wait

I sit beside the ocean waiting
But the black waves tumble and die
I wonder if I could stall this ending
The lazy clouds stray across my sky
And I trust this vengeance for it is true
Endless conversations have gone stolen
I trust your word for it is my truth
Ill take myself home when you're done
One time, two time, three time, four
The slashes ooze unbidden rage
If I could rewrite our twisted lore
The fallen angle wouldn't be disgraced
So you can take back all the words you say
I'll still remain your unnamed whore
And if I live each day silently away
Do I still not bring this death close?

8 comments:

Rex Venom said...

Jeeze, you dig Deep!
This drips with...frustration?
I can hear teeth grinding.
Rock on!

licencetorhyme said...

well, well. what can i say, but awesome. it kind of brings out those long hidden feelings from inside me, making me wonder if that really was me.

:)

keep rocking.

Impressionist said...

DAMN!
u definitely know how to write! :P

-I

DragonRaid said...

underlying rage, darkness. great stuff.

tHe_NeW_cYnIc said...

Woah! what happened? Its amazing though....
"Endless conversations have gone stolen".... brilliant!

Standbymind said...

We need a nice music for this..
Good lyrics

;)

Lucid Darkness said...

You're back! :D

And this poem caught my eye amidst the others (which I will read soonish) :]

I loved the imagery... the numbing solitude and the sense of a past that is lost is beautifully captured.

death becomes him said...

death = love
love = life
life = pain
pain = game
game = human
human = death

:-)
chumma