are you still a figure?
When your shaddow driven sprawl
night
blowing black shiny stars
luminous rays ducking in
mourning
the terrified child
crazy sword
inevitable showdown
a pair of eyeballs only
dark pounced doubt
are you still a tower?
the light excite
distance between the
arrogance
and only ruins
inch
an increasingly closer,
because
heaved a time of fear
quickly jump
- who am I and who are you to
be?
shall....?
Agats - Asmat, August 6, 2010
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