Sunday, November 21, 2004

WANTING NOTHING BUT
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The moon,
It is an auburn burned saucer
Stuck violently
On a grey sky
Over grey mountains
In a grey world.

The moon is no moon.

My heart,
It is ill and chained
And held captive
Too deep, abyssmal
In the coldest of me.

My heart is no heart.
It is selfish.
Wanting nothing else except to love.