an angel
wings broken so long ago
she doesn't even remeber what they felt like
waiting for someone to take her home
where ever that may be
waiting for someone to say her name
to remind her she has one
looking around her
every place looks the same
every soul looks the same
...
death passes by her
offering sweet dreams
an escape from reality so gruesome and unknown
but she cannot die
not yet
not until she can be defined
not without some purpose
so time passes
and she sits still
waiting
Post je objavljen 04.09.2005. u 23:33 sati.