mornings gone... echos of dawn...... leaving the world cold.. i need something to hold... can't reach for whats done... forgotten and leaving me wanting, wanting something that i can't grip... even if i could, the earths decay... empty now destroyed... by the hands of unknown figure heads... nowhere to go... no ones left... nothing to lose... its complete. until the next dawn... eh i don't know, just something that i wrote like 5 minutes ago....
That makes two of us. lol I much prefer this style than those long, meandering efforts where you get bored half way through... I'm a big fan of getting to the point.
It's a nice little poem, not enchanting, but it really captures...well just kind of how at least I feel at morningtime, nice...
destroyed... by the hands of unknown figure heads... That is a great line, I really love the conclusion and would love to hear it performed.
thanks i think it would be crazy to preform it cause hearing it in my mind, it'd be very ....crazy... i'll see about recording it though
