Her embrace is empty
Yet a feeling of complacity invites me
I go against the idea at first...
Thinking...
Hoping...
But soon give it to her convictions
Her words stab me like a dead of winter wind
The stings of truth sadden me
I hate myself
Yet I smile at the memories
Her touch is cold,
yet warm and comforting
I try to pull away as we get closer
But give in to the weakness
She cradles me and whispers empty promises
I open my eyes to the truth
She stands there staring back at me
Smiles and outstretched hands
I look back, looking
Hoping for...something
She promises, and smiles
I dare not fight it and follow
For I know...nothing
All that remain are memories
Bitter and Spite
She is death
And our endless walk is now my life
~Michael Kelley 19September2005
posted by zefyur @ 7:44 PM,
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