5 March, 2008

The Sun Cycles Too

Anonymous

The sun rises against
The death of yesterday
All I gotta say
I’m not sorry
Victims we awaken to the hunger
To be rid of our dead eyes
Tender tears you won’t find here
Time’s wasted with good-byes to yesterday
How do we get so lost in the dark?
At least I’m still alive
Thunder, lightning
Crashing, flashing
Quicksand spreading
Everyone takes a shot
At the sunset’s glow
Promising tomorrow

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