Tuesday, December 07, 2004
This way : Viewing Gallery.

Epitome of evil
Your eyes like ice,
Heart's choked with malice,
a mechanical device,

A soul so deep,
it's a wonder it's there
a mystery, a marvel,
in perpetual despair,

Alone you stand,
in the cold you tremble,
with tears on your cheek
you resemble a damsel,

and through misery,
and the hours shaken,
out of the painful hourglass,
it's all mistaken,

that the anguish was ever,
as you always make it seem,
as antagonising as the letters,
in which i scribbled my dreams,

of the fondest seconds
through the hidden words,
between the lines that you missed,
where every emotion was submerged,

then torn as you left it,
its existence now ceased,
it never fails to reveal
a heart shape on every piece.

i watched as you stared,
into your canvas as you drew,
captured picture perfect still life, you did,
i sketched nothing but you,

a point blank line,
that instead left me dead,
i splattered my heart,
on every line that you read,

but these that were there,
you figured were nought,
said everything i every needed,
i bet you forgot,

"take me back to the start,
before the pain began,
before i got lost in your heart,
so i'll get lost again."