Thursday, June 01, 2006

Celibacy

I finally felt my toes touch the ground
Yet swept away by a river of nothing.
Swirling in an empty pool.
Echo's resound on the banks of my life.
Tired and flacid the warrior that once stood tall
Empty and dark the castle it stormed
Longing for a dance, a puppet on a string
Faithful, faithless, a fallen angel in a sea of liquid life.

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