Secret Murasaki


Pale Cold Blue - Poem by Secret Murasaki

Living a lie,
Planning to kill.
One must die,
Before another can feel.

A day goes by,
Stale and unbroken.
Lingering words,
Sad and unspoken.

When will it end?
This tyranny of sorts.
Stale and desperate,
Covered in warts.

As I lie there,
Thinking of you,
The sky turns depressing.
A pale, cold, blue.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 23, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 22, 2011


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