My Paradise

by Zetta Yale   Apr 22, 2005

Lost in a world were nothing survives.
Sleep by the stream of fire,
yet care for the garden of death.
Birds crow and shadows fall in "my" dark paradise.
No one comes to touch my skin,
No pure thing resides with me.
In my paradise.
White walls,
My place of pain,
bleeding eye's and forgotten souls,
are all the art there is.
Water tainted Red.
Hearts of large black stone.
My paradise is my home.
Cant you see my dark wings?
Cant you see my blackened soul?
Death is mine not your's in,
In my Paradise.


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