Words exhausted long ago,
Ashes, remains of memories,
Empty shadows come and go.
Questions, I ask not,
Answers still haunt me,
Trying to rise, buried deep under,
Making a meaning out of Sea.
Taking a toll,
The mind black and bleak;
Hand me the Key,
Let me enter in peace.
The Snake sleeps,
Holds me in the room;
Steps to the Roof lost in mist,
Wander hither unable to find the Route.
4 comments:
what intrigues me is that this dark poem doesnt have a name.why not?
I really don't know. I generally name them afterwards...and i might haven't felt like thinking about a name..I don't even remember what was the case :P
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Hello and thank you :)
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