"worm's Ate the Body"

Because of you, dead, all because of you, they are gone and you change my facts, i saw the
click and made the boom, i change my vision to cataklysm the moment we sulk together, i
faded myself to vanquish the minute we fell apart, i breath your essense to fade, i see
througt those beatiful eye's, i know who i am, you know who we were, we all fell apart by
less than a day, one dawn for a faded line, one nightfall to see beyond, i cannot see the
ones who died, i won't feel death besides me i will just conclude the story written on
wood, story changing anually, i can smell your fragance bloom my feelings, i see the worms
eat my soul, i can see it everything fade to red, i can drown by your side, let's hold
hands with the christ you evolved around, i see you slide down an ice dead tunnel, is
cold, once said and twice done, i know who the devil is, i can see the light fade to red,
the worm's reached the center, the pulse is over, now i know how the day turn grey for one
last night...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Guzzi Avatar
September 24, 2010 at 7:57 AM
But we are more than the body aye??? Light & Love and if you might add a comment on my blog I would appreciate it
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September 2, 2010 at 2:31 PM
wow, strong feelings in this one, enjoyed your write..P.D.
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September 2, 2010 at 5:54 AM
I enjoyed reading your poetry this morning Derek. I will not be reading poetry for a few days as I will be gone from Friday until Monday. I look forward to reading more of your poetry when I return. I wish you a weekend filled with good health, love, and loads of inspiration. Love and Blessings, Carol
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