Sunday, April 18, 2010

Thine Turf Encrusts Thee

I am so bored I shall die, 

There is no light in the sky 

This time of day, 

My body starts to slowly decay, 

Death creeps close 

Since it feels my woes, 

Alone as always, 

Trapped within a maze, 

Darkness surrounds my atmosphere 

And I must admit there is much I fear, 

Ode to the anxious- 

I empathize with you, 

We are the few 

Who carry a cross so heavy 

All hope drowned in the leavy 

“The day,” someone once said, “the music died,” 

No matter how hard they tried 

The music stood still 

And the entire world began to kill, 

My heart sank 

Like a tank 

Blown into flames, 

The rains 

Cry heavily throughout the earth, 

All life is encrusted within thine turf. 

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