Concrete curtain

Am I paranoid when I see vultures circling
One more step
and down comes the final curtain
All silky and red
but just as solid as concrete

The path I walk is in the wrong direction
and there is no turning back
The black roses has covered the soil
and the thorns are needles with red poison

I see happy people
if people is what they are
They are satisfied with living in the dark
worshiping the concrete curtain

In the next crossing
I hope the road signs will not be twisted
I don't know why
but I want to dance in your light again
even though you sent me on this journey

For you are the beauty in all the macabre

Words by Natalie
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Written on 2006-10-13 at 07:21

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this is very dark and some what mystical, seems like you've done it again honey :)

love you

You've done it again Natalie! :)
A wonderful, mysterious poem...


You construe life verywell Natalie.Great work and fantastic write...