by Lisa M Taylor
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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Imagine you dream of the future. What could you do if you foretold your own suicide?
Falling down through endless shadow
Into the horizon, beyond the earth
Stars swirling, constant motion
An end to begin, a dying birth.
Hold high your head and keep your tears
Don’t disturb the moon in its watery mirror
For dreams and fantasies don’t know fear
A time warp of memory
The future known as the past
The past forgotten, lost to space
In dreams the future comes to pass
A knowledge great and secret born
You are the point of no return
Lost in the melody
Of tormented screams of those you’ve hurt
Moonlight droplets fall from your eyes
Disappearing into the darkness of night
In a lost world you can never be right
So dive face first into the moon
Swallow death into your lungs
The future can never be truly told
And now your last dream has begun.