Friday, October 15, 2010

Definitions

Smoke spins circles around my head
As blistering as the air I ingest
My vision grows blurry with thought
I breathe in the night
My ears ring with ticking
Time
I need to write
This color blends
I bend to make light
Of each new dawn
Nearing closer and closer to the edge
And further she goes
Down the line
Drawn to define
Ones character or ones ulterior
Motivation is lacking
This time
Blends too
But I will not
Into you
As I am more than what
you've seen
Inside of me

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