Friday, August 12, 2011


All around me a sea of noise
I, a lost fog, unable to veil 
the sound, tear away the last dew 
draining from ur eyes in 

A dark will descend as I 
envelop you as the last veil and 
the deep pores of a sorrow long forgotten 
keep tugging at the noise of the people I
will never know 

Some seem familiar for they are the stories 
I have told myself, some I will tell myself 
in the last attempt to bracket this world 

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