Agony
My eyes are open, yet I cannot seethis agony that's haunting me.
The red has turned black, the beauty is gone.
I live in the dusk, though I searched for the dawn.
The music is soothing, the tunes are tuned well.
It is in the music that lovers can dwell.
But I lost touch with music, the music is dead.
I leave now with nothing, but my blood-shed red.
I give it all up, I turn myself in.
I leave now this body, I flee from my skin.
Life left me broken, the madness of it all.
The burden and the beauty - they all made me fall.
My eyes are now closed, so I am now free
from this agony that's been haunting me.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2005-10-28 at 22:41
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