Sunday, December 28, 2008
The Ghost of Yesterday
A song falls silent too soon
Melody choking on extinction
No voice to sing the whispers of an unbeating heart
Untimely death
Unfaithful death
Unforgiving death
Music echoes beyond places it was heard
Beauty lost to the absent ear
No beat to steady the waning rhythm
Unending death
Unconquerable death
Unappetizing death
Lifeless instruments begin to decay
Sound incapable of existence
No chorus reaches its audience tonight
Words on paper abandoned by birth into death...
Note To Self:
i can't get over last night's dream..
too real, just too real..
i dreamt of everyone
almost everyone i know..
they seem normal
happy, unaffected
they didn't even realize
it was my ghost saying goodbye..
maybe it's really true;
nothing really matters when we're gone..
reminisced;
- 11:16 PM