Saturday, March 07, 2009

134.

BlindSight Searching



Blank eyes search for truth in soul
A truth left marred by lies of old
Perfection’s mask devoid of warmth
Guide the eye in gentle glance
To pale white love left lined on wrist
That marks the path of death’s sweet kiss
A marble heart entombed in flesh
Alone in search for peace at rest



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