saltSilence haunts me
Walls closing in.
I have been alone before
but not like this.
Listening to black and white music
feeling my blood run through nobody's veins
Tasting the salt of the endless air
smoking the smoke of a cigarette
A candle has burnt out and not heard a sound
The clock has passed midnight two times around
The bed sleeps lonesome with no one to hold
The window has closed itself not to get cold
I have been hiding myself from me
Terrified of what my thoughts might be
I scream to the moon but no one can hear
I walk to the door, but there's nobody there.
Poetry by monsa
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Written on 2005-09-11 at 15:32
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