12.26.2010

Random pieces of poetry, III - The Sun Stalker.


My eyes are burnt, but I keep staring at the Sun
And suddenly, everything around me turns into dust
A dust, just as cold and infertile like my arid dreams
Feeling Bitter, and Faithless...

Abandoned and lost, I keep staring at the Sun
I wish I felt the human lust
I feel so unworthy, so ashamed of myself
I can't see my loved anymore...

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