Mar 29, 2008 23:24
angelic face of a shifting soul
built from the ashes of filth
sent to remind us how insignificant our struggles are
despise the sky for bringing such tormented beauty
a kind of compassion we will never own
beneath the fragile shell i used to call home
are secrets that olive eyes will never know
bury this life
with frailty and sunlight
a new one will rise from the ashes.