Death
Death, the Morrigan
She wolf following me
Ticking in my sleepless hours
Insomniac that I now am
An ancient dragon
fans my feet with it's wings
Unsure of it's path
Unable to find it's course
Sending shivers down my spine
With it's creepy lifeless legs
Floating suspended in the air
My mind floats uneven
Tossed by this wickedness
Uncertain strangeness
I look at what I've left
Looking back on what I once had
The butterfly I used to be
Fluttering in your orbit
You once swooned
Within my out of space
Now I'm just out of place
Remembering the poetry
Treacling like bitter
Undrinkable wine
The leftovers of you
Swept away with a spoon
Old photos linger in my room
Reminding me of death
The bitterest of wine
Written by B. Urundul 14/9/05
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posted by Burcu Urundul @ 2:37 am
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