Hiding in the darkness behind my eyes,
in the whispers of my breath,
lost in the footsteps of my mind,
deafened by the beat of my heart,
sitting on the cold bare floor,
eyes towards my soul,
as the rats of guilt nibble,
at my feet of lead.
Here in the prison of my heart, chained by hope,
I am free.
4 comments:
dude..tell you what....continue this poem and convert it into a slow sad song, i'll add the right strums with my six stringed and yeah we'll have magic b4 us [:)].
@deepblue
Hmmm.....maybe. Just waiting for that day. But sometimes,words themselves are music to our ears.:)
And don't forget about my band....
:P
@shadowed meanings
Sure won't mate...i sure wont't. :)
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