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Wednesday, 27 September 2006

Disheartening Lullaby

The task was simple
it was to outlast
with a bitter purity
we gather;

I'm trying.                                                            You're hoping.

 for the summer                                                   for the unfathomable
 valleys to sink                                                             mimicry of life
 with sweet berries                                                            you can never
 to ease my soul                                                       breathe, enunciate

 I'm reaching.                                                      You're praying.

        for the silver                                                  for the feeble burden
 moonlight of the                                                you aroused, hollow
 partiality of the                                                   earned a horrid faith
            withering life                                                     as you win the article      

 I'm straying.                                                       You're losing.

 in the heavens                                                    the premonition of
 of kaleidoscopic                                                     broken fantasies,
    aura in a mortal                                                 echoed the voices    
  misty paradise                                                  of selfish hatred

 I'm fighting.                                                      You're risking.

 for the key I                                                    for the closing of
 once heaved with                                             the path, erasing   
 the hidden whispers                                     the absurd impossible,
 of dread, lapse morals                                        taking not yours       

I'm dying.                                                   You're sinking.

with abominable                                           to the promising,     
raindrops, ripping                                         lowest view where    
the crescent of bliss                                    infinity proclaims to be  
bliss more apart, I am hit                               the eternal punishment       

It's ended.                                               The time starts now.
Nothing happened                                                You ate pity           
I'm still waiting.                                             You're still puny.       

you and me
we suffer

the comedy goes on.

No wonder the
delay brought us
rotting as
you strive for your
insatiable vein,
I'm still staying.

Vendetta by Erika Ruiz

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