Sunday, February 23, 2014

FADING

I hear a distant voice

and I am breaking in pieces

martyr of a decadence

that I no longer share

I let it burn to ashes.

You eyes are begging

while the silence is screaming

and the soul is fading

in a desperate no more.


© Diana Mistera 2014


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