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By Oft felt Date: 2002 Apr 05 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.05.13.45.8520]] |
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ah yes this piece of shattered broken glass that reflects of light its rainbow hue along this one edge of micron sharp parted sudden from its frame by will of fist that even now drips crimson to stain this shard blotches the size and color as petals of a rose such color i reflect to my self held so transfixed by this shifting grand of light upon my transparent blade dripping of itself now its crimson hue and i awaken once again to the sweetest pain from slashed and ribboned flesh for without this pain would i then be left empty as before that which gashed my harden flesh a soul without hope bereft even of longing for she laughed as she walked away without care feeling gay she laughed i remember so very clear yet why does it intrude within my mind to remember also tears that shed from laughing eyes tears not of laughter at all... ...at all... at all... |