Tuesday, January 15, 2008

The Death of Me

I can see it.

The End of the Road.

[keep it simple,
I'm going to keep it simple]

The lovers,

The Devil
do not speak.

There remains only,
these last few steps,

toward Death.

And the absence of all things,
bring the stars back to life,

the darkness in me,
only makes them shine brighter,
as memories dance in me
as colours,
as the days themselves,

and I can smell green,
and taste red,
and hear blue,

[I miss you]

and forgiveness is a colour,

and it is Gold...

It is then I realise

the meaning of Death,

and with the colours
he has given me,

begin to paint my afterlife.

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