The Full For Thy Truth Of Meaning

August 25, 2009
The time is slowly
running out.
And my patience are
running thin.
My heart is beating
so fast.
So fast that I
can't even breath.
The days seem to
rust away.
And the seasons are
in and out.
My body is starting
to peel.
And my skin starts
to blow away.
All that I knew
is lost.
All that I loved
is gone.
All that of me is
Tearing somewhat
back into the dust.
The dust of which
I of was.
And soon all of
me is of lost.
Lost of the pages
that returns to dust.

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback