Naked eye,
silent sorrounded heart.

what's that sound?
elderly and ancient crown
from a spirit beyond recognition.

a vast dark room
comfortable crouching,
no hope, 
no light, 
yet he takes a glance into my soul.

Naked eye,
he sees through me
directly to my soul
his silence seems to claim; 

"poor pretentious soldier",
"come home",
"come home"...


  • EmoQueen

    Wow, ForestBoy, you write so well. i love it! Teach me please.

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