Monday, May 27, 2013

Eternal Fade

A final strike, a final blow
Was it always just for show
Slipping away as the curtains close
Where we stand is something no one knows
I imagine we all have a guess
When the words seem to mean less
A descent from it all I wouldn't copy
But I don't want anyone to try to stop me
All the feelings got me nowhere
Just a page showing a visible tear
The scratched out words have made their mark
Present enough beyond the dark
A plot I will never regret
And so what's blank seems to forget
An escape from this eternal fade
All the differences that I have made...

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