Obvious 3rd Person

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A Poem/Story by HPVM

Submitted: October 22, 2012

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It's hard to sleep when Devil meets Angel, covers seemed bleached, hot and untouched.

 I feel i failed, been lost without a label, sinking deeper to a tendancy bailed through scaled suicide.

 A motion only slowed to suffer his entrails, a power ignored and left to colourless grey frail, he battles this mindless pale body.

 I trap all thoughts and put up a glass shield, never been accepted a dry skin only peels to be absorbed and eaten by ghosts.

 I feel i know so much yet so much feels so little, bones so brittle and an emotion weeped grit clouds his eyes.

An anger turned soft, a memory burnt cell, a desperate cold nocturnal being that will not grow old.

I feel one last chance to change a comfortable glance, a connection he so wants but faith hides away from chance.

All it takes.....is one soul, to say a sentance to him to mold, to breathe a word he cannot say to himself.....One last chance for him on this earth.....

 

*Colourfully Blinded*


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