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"Grey Sky's"

Rain, so cold, ribbons fall from the sky, pure white, the moment they touch the ground,
filth swallows them, just like fearing the reaper, grey sky never was so sad, so heavy the
air, so lost we feel, home alone, with a family by the side, to the mind of the sober, the
sun is hidden for today, resting behind the dark cloud's, hoping to see the stars shine
bright, the moon smile at the earth, the wind brushing the hair of the love one's, the day
look's away from us, god is not blessing the wounded anymore, while I salt my open scar's,
the rain flows thought my body, making a perfect shower of sorrow, I don’t feel my skin
anymore, I don’t have a face yet, again I lost my soul companion, but she is here by my
side, what does this feeling mean's, am I alive or dead? Am I really here for a purpose?
Or just to block the mind of the lost? The answer to my questions is beyond the lines of
death, do I have to cross it now? My ears hurt, bleeding the scar's rest, before I died it
was alright, but im still alive, numb, I feel is gone, already? The devil is mad at me,
but what did I did so wrong to deserve this feeling, like there's nothing real there, I
can touch it, but I can't feel it, I see it, but don't smell it, like water besides the
fire, drying the air away from the trees, third in line, six in line, eight in line, I am
uninvited to the end, seven bullet's, seven mourns, fire spreads the forest I rest my
head, eyes watered once more, dead or alive? Seize the door, silence for the suicide, why
do I feel this? The moment I died it was alright, but again I know im alive, I keep
talking like a dead, but I still roam the streets with potential outside and hopeless
inside, never I thought the sky would be so sad, because of me, the night I now will love
my existence, but why did the day hide's from me, all I know, all I care for, all I did,
was trying to make you proud, now the day said goodbye to me, only at the darkness of the
night, you hear my whispering voice, nevertheless you still live the life you took from me.

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  1. Date: 10/4/2010 8:36:00 AM
    Derk, enjoyed your poem,..p.d.