EERIE LONGING
I'm in this room, with nothing but myself.
An eerie longing crawls up and down,
back and forth, with nothing to add.
A lonely misthorn in my ears alarm distress.
A single fire bursts and falls, and my eyes go black.
Try to go back. Try to go back.
"_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _!"
I can't hear my own words.
I scream, as if...
Nothing.
I fear. This is what I fear.
And what I cannot leave.
Take me back. Take me back.
I cannot scream no more.
My tongue is lying on the floor,
and the eerie longing has taken it's place.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2009-07-15 at 17:48
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