A broken poet

Monday, July 10, 2006

Easy deception

Theres a little red ball teasing me
Floating before my sleepy eyes
Beckons me, somewhere far away
It seems, thus it strips me of my soul
Bodiless ascending
Leaving my sinless self behind

Burdens anchoring deep
Still I slowly rise
Sinking deeper into the clouds
Little red ball singing tribute to my soul
For all it is carrying

Backwards through a star-ornate tunnel
Seeing Earths sphere decrease
Farther into the black loneliness
Looking for my special recess
Where I can unburden my soul

Apon reaching my sins refuge
It clings and will not leave

Little red ball dancing before, teary eyes
Mocks my lies leading to an unending demise
As I burdened descend again

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