
07-22-2008, 10:36 PM
And forever after I fell through the sepia hues of my own existance,
without the wings of blood I had dreamed of, born of suspended needles.
I was not dropped from unlaced fingers and I did not fly away,
But fell into the waters of lost memory to forever be shaped by a tide of melancholy.
This is unfinished...
The boy it's about ended his life a few months ago.
The image I was destroying came to me very suddenly.
I was on the bus talking to a girl that knew how close me and him where when the image of hands lifting limp bodys out of a pool of black water came to me. The hands lifted up higher and higher over the black waters, but the fingers wheren't held too tightly together and people where falling through. One of them was the boy...as he fell through the haze eight needles pierced either sides of his shoulders...The blood flowed up and grew into wings and he flew away.
I'm going to post this Poem on my DeviantArt account. At that time it will be copy righted and belong to a gallery. Do Not Steal this poem. You have permission to use only if you give me credit for it.
Thank you for your time.
Last edited by AlyOctober; 07-22-2008 at 10:51 PM..
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