Saturday, September 18, 2010

An End With No Death




Mourn do I, unspoken tears do spill
The splinters pierce, yet there is no kill
Funeral there is, but no pain or sorrow
Nor a smile, as I don't want to borrow

Stand I alone, as I feel the burn
Turning to flames, through the lessons I learn
Unspilt blood, loosing its colour
Screams from within, silence begins to holler

Disillusioned, by the way life is
Words which are lost, glee and bliss
Watching I see for what things are
Sentry at the heart, everyone does bar

Not necessary a period, signifies the end
Things still remain, returns end as a bend
No life it is, if counted by only the breath
At times nothing remains, An end with no death

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