Sober Breath. By Dairoll Medrano When the wind stares into my eyes and the sky turns red, the anger of my demise and the sorrow in my head, take over me and bleed into a shadow most complete. The blanket beams of shimmering light the echo of my dreams, beneath the waters calm the sanctity of my song, as arrows nest in flight, my pillow lay asleep, while the starlight dreary night, wanders on my peak. This window to my pain has always been a vessel, to yearn and cry for open doors inside this wicked mind. There is a piece of me that falls every time the clouds turn to rain and hazel eyes and midnight moons begin to turn in vein. As I am here and you are there, we seek to find another, when morning comes and there is love we fight to find the other. But there no more and as I sleep I begin to see the haze, of all thats left within this world, I see the purple clear, and when its gone and I am back, my world will turn not black but blue. I hear the voice amongst the stone that says Im not alone, walking a polluted path, wrapped inside this mind, Im imprisoned by my bones, so instead I cry, and shake the dust and take refuge in the glass alone. I cannot overcome, the mist and stains upon my step, instead I climb the rocky height, and crawl upon the floor. So here it is my sober breath that fall within the deep, I feel the laughter and the joy, breathing day by day. I have come to find that there is no more, and crawl within my grave. But then the fight begins to fade from the mindless stars I seek, instead I find an open door that lay against my feet
Posted on: Thu, 12 Sep 2013 04:33:28 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015