Sunday, June 21, 2009

The Hollow

It shines on you that enticing star
Rapt by its mystic you embrace this scar
Blinded by its false assertions
You lean to outwit rational presumptions

Little would one apprehend the revulsion ahead
In the end the consequence numbs the head
Devoid of the support you linger for love
Expecting miracles to grace from above

You crave for time to stop and reverse
Despair and lunacy blind your wits
Ridiculous it would seem recoup from there
Hope and desire may only repair

1 comment:

Nor said...

Wow. It seems like it could've been written for me. Hope shall lead us on :)