Arc - An Angel Recomposing Carelessness

Patterns on The Floor

I feel there are so many things I'd like to say to you,
Though saying them would kill me, would kill me,
And everything you worked for now would die.
The land I touch is braking, and just like coal upon the fire,
It burns thy's soul while underfoot.

Short fury at thou's empty truth,
fiery beginnings always end in ash.
Ash to the kitten flames to the Raven.

Don't walk away from me, as I have done before,
I left this world to crash and fall,
And yet I feel I'm still a part of it.
My lowly shadow making patterns on the floor,
Patterns, from now undying, broken patterns most gallore.

Well, that was one of my poems, yeah, it's alright, I suppose, feel free to comment...

Labels: Poetry

posted by Amarynthous @ 2:15 pm