Monday, January 16, 2006

A Little Something- by: unknown forgotten

Galvanized in gold
I know it doesn't work out
But that's how it went down

Your face was smothered in melted metal
Burning flesh and forming over your bones
Replaced with a shiny statue, lifeless
But not cold, your image was not cold

A brazen image of your beauty
Deeply stabbed into my mind-
I was but of an image of murder
Out right violence,
Yet beauty I describe

The rain trickled down your face
Reflected like a mirror ball
So innocent, so out of place
Shining down warmth to everywhere else

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