Posted by Some other pariah on May 30, 2000 at 09:52:04:
my room
as still as an eye
like the candlelit mind i keep it in
has soaked up so much of me
burning like a familiar flame
memory after memory
the floors molded over with wax
from endless thoughts dripping down from me
painted walls as empty as they are
stare flush against me
seeing the same naked prayer
seeing the same naked hope
memory after memory