Inky black wings,
Smother the page.
Destroying it with darkness,
Smog released from its cage.
Waltzing amongst the words,
Turning all things dark.
It's too late to call for
the morning lark.
It consumes all letters,
Twisting them in ways.
It consumes the journal,
Each day to day.
To late to trap,
Such beautiful dark words...
They've traveled with the smog.
For the corruption to be heard.
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Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.
Isn't it sad to be a pair in a deck of cards.
Thou shall not seek. Thou shall not find. Thou shall not speak. Thy lips I bind. Thou shall not hurt. Thou shall not feel. Thou shall not take. Thou shall not steal. Thou shall not cry.
Transparent her ideas. To be the person I never wish to be. "Morals far too high. You'll never reach the sky". "dreams killed by your lack of disguise". Why is never answered by the wise.
Don't be a fool. Open your eyes. There's more red in this world. Then there ever is white. Every where that you turn. There's blood shed and tears. For every good person.
The wind is strong, stronger than men, stronger than what they have created. The wind is soft, softer than the softest hands, softer than the silk those hands made.
I lay back staring at the sky. Hints of grey & blue in between thousands of clouds, all different shapes & sizes, all being taken along on the wind.
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