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For Alyssa
2004-11-20 @ 3:44 p.m.
My silver-tipped angel robbed of life
Bones and suffering visible as a new day
Raw as a fresh wound
Met with death’s gleaming scythe
The sickness is gone – a year has passed
You breathed your last
I was not there
To touch your face
And I’m so sorry
Is it dark? Has all the light faded from nacreous heaven?
Do you scream? Does it shatter the stillness
And echo to the realms of the living?
I need to know you are free from this pain
For it lingers inside my own heart
A laceration that will never scar
For loss of you
May your spirit bloom like a new rose
I will throw you to the wind
With redemption’s kiss
To forever be
Before & After
I Miss You
Sweet - 2005-07-10
S p a c e - 2005-06-03
Spiral - 2005-03-24
Anymore - 2005-01-28
Inspired - 2004-12-04
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