Ghost whispers...
Somewhere caught between dusk and dawn
in twilight's wake their echos sound
like distant cries, lost and forlorn
alone and too far gone to be found
An empty, long abandoned page
now crumpled and thrown in a drawer
still holds the imprints of an age
before the words appeared no more
The paper bleeds, sweet nothings call
time separates, life moves along
and all the while the curtains fall
to cue a final tragic song
In whispered screams their sorrow haunts
the furthest reaches of the night
then yielding to a new day's taunts
three ghostly words bow to the light...
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"The End"
Until today,
There was this smile.
Now it's this way,
And I dread every mile-
That I travel
From bar to bar,
As every
by Tala de Sade
WHERE DOVES GO TO DIE
An autumn mist of death and lust
October rainfall
Seeping through my soul
And as the world is dead and
April 19, 2008.
Today has been a living nightmare.
I freaked out on my boyfriend.
I love him I do it just seems to many times
You walk left and I walk right
I try to keep our love afloat
We seem locked in this endless plight
when we speak you are always
Ghost whispers...
Somewhere caught between dusk and dawn
in twilight's wake their echos sound
like distant cries, lost and
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