Monday, August 24, 2009

Two Worlds

Thin rays of Light
Pass through my translucent prison,
I pretend to believe them,
That they are warm
And outside is not the cold
dead of winters chill,

Closing my eyes
I coat the world in blackness,
In truth, without the
light to lead me astray;

And He stood there
smiling, holding his hand
out to me, knowingly
frozen, I stand between two worlds;

An Angelic chorus,
A Demon's kiss?
A solid globe of blue opens
up to me, Our Existence
is our vanity,
The waves of sunlight dried up long ago,

I stare into staring skies,
on my last day of sanity

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