DeaD|PoeT
04-19-2009, 12:34 AM
I am a faded picture upon your wall, dusty and musty, just about to fall.
My colors ache and slowly vanish, like my words I try to banish.
My eyes the ones that were so bright... crumble broken black as night.
Fingers numb from every point In me, try so hard to stop the bleed.
Yet I am running slow, down the picture to the floor below.
Over edges though cracks and holes, I gather slowly in caged up bowls.
A liquid slumber of mixed paint, this soul so gone so very faint.
My colors ache and slowly vanish, like my words I try to banish.
My eyes the ones that were so bright... crumble broken black as night.
Fingers numb from every point In me, try so hard to stop the bleed.
Yet I am running slow, down the picture to the floor below.
Over edges though cracks and holes, I gather slowly in caged up bowls.
A liquid slumber of mixed paint, this soul so gone so very faint.