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Tuesday, June 07, 2005

BLISS
a poem by gab caraon

Tears I cry unto thy night
Tears of pain, of fury blight!
Pain I cannot bear within
My heavy heart is breaking in.

How my heart burns in the fire
Burning in my pure desire
To end this pain that caused me strife
To spill my blood using a knife

I cannot understand just why
The stars shine not here by my side
I cannot fathom, I cannot see
Why I dwell in misery

Maybe I am cursed with this:
To live in infinite abyss
And tears I cannot help but shed
While I suffer on my bed...

ehjiboi fumbled with chopsticks @ 11:20 PM | 0 has delicate hands