Nature demonstrates our greatest psychological errors in its own distinct system.


Disposition.

This day has dragged me between lights threshold and I find myself beneath a streetlight shelter. Diamond eyes pierce through my pale walls, each pair luring me back into consciousness. Night reins our hopes of sleep, offering an icy blanket to the optimistic but to me nothing more then dread covers my mind. Abandoned by time, the watch only shows the reflection of familiar jeweled crescents. I must not journey into oblivion; the bridge certainly won't carry me back to myself. This day has fallen to ash, and I pray the phoenix rises before this streetlight fades. I pray to see your emerald eyes when the light falls.



Words by Sithre Lateralus
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Written on 2006-12-30 at 22:00

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It all coalesced and took a vivid form toward the culmination of the poem... I like that funneling effect like a camera coming into focus after panning and refocusing until a crispness is achieved.
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