The Veil
a veil transforming my face
into nothingness
a deep sleep
rests upon my shoulders
and the fragrance of insanity
keeps me sane
it's made out of thoughts
a veil of thinking
the weight is the mere remain
that is all there is
weightless memories
and burdened trails
of a never-ending storm
i am being suffocated
as I write these words
of failing existence
so that's all there is
that's all
...
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-01-09 at 02:04
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