Treasure Island

Empath In flames

(29.08.1985 / Australia)


I close my eyes,
And await my dreams.
To take me to another place,
I am nervous.
Because I can't control.
My body shakes from all this pressure.
I’m alone inside my mind….
As reality come crashing down.
I die…

There’s a layer of fog,
That covers my feet.
I feel as though I’m floating,
Drifting slowly,
Within this smoke.
As I continue to walk through this unknown land.
I stop….

A weary shadow forces me to freeze.
In a distance I stand,
Staring at this figure.
Of a woman grieving.
For one lost soul….

Her black veil hides her face.
I can hear her sorrow,
A digital sound.
Of a painful tear,
As it drops...
This virtual wave,
Deafens me...
Turns me Blind.
She morns for a love that is buried within.

My mind?
My memories?

As this ground rocks back and forth
I can hear the earth scream for more.
She places a black rose
Ever so gently across this stone vault wall.
She looks my way.
Then sinks into the mist…

I float to where she once stood.
still this world is dim,
My eyes are sealed.
Entrapped behind my mind.
I feel for the words,
To try and understand.
To know what says.

It read….
29.08.1985 - CURRENT



Submitted: Saturday, February 16, 2008
Edited: Saturday, March 15, 2008

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