Achtung_Bebe
New Yorker
I just found this one in the bottom of my drawer... I think I wrote it when I was 15 (2 yrs. ago)
Vacancy
Desolate lands deprived of life
Wasted space gathers cold
Cold hanging still
Nothing fills this vacancy
Searching for a filler
Dust gathers in this space
Time denies all hope
Breaking beneath weight of doom
Thunder echoes on the wall
Not a whisper, not a shout
Emptiness closing in
Loneliness spreading its wings
The wings are clipped
No plans to take flight
Stranded always in this land
Settled in this vacancy
-Achtung_Bebe
[This message has been edited by Achtung_Bebe (edited 09-05-2000).]
Vacancy
Desolate lands deprived of life
Wasted space gathers cold
Cold hanging still
Nothing fills this vacancy
Searching for a filler
Dust gathers in this space
Time denies all hope
Breaking beneath weight of doom
Thunder echoes on the wall
Not a whisper, not a shout
Emptiness closing in
Loneliness spreading its wings
The wings are clipped
No plans to take flight
Stranded always in this land
Settled in this vacancy
-Achtung_Bebe
[This message has been edited by Achtung_Bebe (edited 09-05-2000).]