Tuesday, March 25, 2003

Blinded by the Darkness

Death is what I feel, full of life is what I am.
Random echoes surround me from behind,
Foots steps linger all around,
My fear is constant,
It is unending.

Will the darkness engulf my person?
Will this morning's light be my last?
Was it the last light for my vision to touch?

Death is chilly,
Death is pointed at my face.
I force myself to think of it as a metallic lily,
Have I Lost it? I now feel afloat in space.

Now there seems to be an end,
My fear is no longer,
All motion has ceased,
All is silent,
Life is what I feel; death is what became of my existence.

~Sean Grady~

i look upon the moon and stars at 3/25/2003 05:48:00 AM
Comments 0 stars were shining bright even without the moon