Tuesday, May 03, 2005
You have invaded
all the places
I have come to fear
the most.

Without warning
you slink between my streets;
documenting each broken
coble stone and
secret alley.

You are present here
in the half moments
not quite birthed.

Your language
a foreign tongue.
incomprehensible.

I have been invaded
in the hidden,
despite all careful calculations.
 
This template is called "shattered pieces of my soul", a modification of "The Light : The Sound". (c) 2005 Daniel Josph Xhan. Use and modify at your own discretion.