CaptainDemon
09-17-2006, 11:50 PM
short poem this time, which is ironic considering what the poem is about.
"Space"
Stars cry and scream, their tears streak across the sky
stars, sky, and midnight blues
the stars cry for me,
they cry for my chaotic solace,
they see the space occupying my eyes
they see how my feelings begin to atrophy
so much space, so little to do
and now I just want to swim into that sky
and drown in the bare, tear-stained sky.
"Space"
Stars cry and scream, their tears streak across the sky
stars, sky, and midnight blues
the stars cry for me,
they cry for my chaotic solace,
they see the space occupying my eyes
they see how my feelings begin to atrophy
so much space, so little to do
and now I just want to swim into that sky
and drown in the bare, tear-stained sky.