Post by cynder on Jan 14, 2009 20:41:28 GMT -5
Yay finally some prose! ;D It's just a little bit though.
Severed heart, it bleedith so. May it so. For no stitches do I have to heal a broken heart.
and.............
Empty Room
My life is an everlasting
Hallway; and I get lost
In every room that lines
It.
But there, at the end
I see a door that's black
As ebony with a golden knob that
Shines like starlight; faint but beautiful still.
And I open it, expecting the
End; for this to be over, to go
Home at last, but no,
Not one thing do I see in this
Empty room of bare white walls.
Severed heart, it bleedith so. May it so. For no stitches do I have to heal a broken heart.
and.............
Empty Room
My life is an everlasting
Hallway; and I get lost
In every room that lines
It.
But there, at the end
I see a door that's black
As ebony with a golden knob that
Shines like starlight; faint but beautiful still.
And I open it, expecting the
End; for this to be over, to go
Home at last, but no,
Not one thing do I see in this
Empty room of bare white walls.