the fate of counting sheep
By Taunting The Reaper
it isn’t very different from counting sheep
though I’ve tried
gut sleep never follows me
into those dark reaches
instead I’m left with visions of things
I don’t understand
your paleness is a testament to your weakness
drained of faith for the living
you dine on faith of the divine
tell me why you thought me different
wasn’t it wishful thinking?
or was it the taste of death that brought
you near
I’m dining on empty plates these days
but each plate reflects
what you held so dear
tell me
if you have the courage
of the stories
so sublime
they didn’t need an answer
but instead asked the question
why must we die
in sync with such madness
dare you to reply
but I offer this
as a suggestion;
the taste of humanities divine
and all we hoped for…
wasn’t I close when I read such things?
weren’t we reaching a bit too far?
never mind
forget the answers
and let the questions
define our fate
Comments on "the fate of counting sheep"
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On Thursday, June 5, 2008, RubyXero
(484) wrote:
interesting piece. its still swimming around in my mind. i need to read it a few more times i think. but i likes
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On Monday, June 2, 2008, The Lipstick Factor
(290) wrote:
Pretty cool piece of work here. Last stanza is awesome.
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On Monday, June 2, 2008, Echoes of Orpheus
(359) wrote:
I love the way the final stanza plays through my thoughts :) great write