gabrielcharon Posted November 14, 2008 Report Share Posted November 14, 2008 Troubled Sleep - The night knew when memory waited and fire tore from his eyes their waxen gleam that only once...only once can you ask at the depth of I AM... the night is waiting. The night has chosen its' hero - its' victim - and fire makes it so. But cats are animals - cats must kill. I had to kill was meant to kill - made to kill. Why has part of myself died in the killing then? The Waitakere's gave me life.... gave me death. There is none to witness my hurt. My love has forgotten me. I was running and climbing and bleeding and weakening. I asked for strength. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gabrielcharon Posted November 15, 2008 Author Report Share Posted November 15, 2008 (edited) Born of conflict She rejected the womb of her fusion Devested Expelled Unconsciously she fell Lifeless she drifts the indifferent VOID Within her now the seeds of awakening stir Edited November 15, 2008 by gabrielcharon Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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