Submissions by lazycloud

Strangers passing, digital era is racking my mind of the new age, effortless encounters of the egos founded in this digital era of love? Curious of the unknown we click our minds into the flow of this easily, sinful trend, morality levels inflicted by our own consciousness we dive into the abyss of hope and bare our dreams with a stranger as yourself.

skipping along the French quarter in New Orleans looking for your ghost
I run into a field of  transparent hoax
they say this is where your body rests
I lay flowers on your grave...

sleeping on the dirt that covers you
I water your earth with my tears
praying for you to come back to me
wishing so much you were here

sending you letters to heaven tied to a balloon
I watch them float into the clouds
take away my gloom

how my heart weeps without you

i feel as though ive lost my soul as time goes by fast not slow
i weep as though ive already died, wet with tears from those who've cried.
my soul roams free now it has gone, all thats left is flesh and bones
even my blood has ceased to flow, i guess its really my time to go
they put me down into the ground, my ears are open i cant hear a sound, i open my eyes theres darkness there, the stinch of my flesh and rotting hair
if im still alive why cant i dig myself out from this hole..
i can it seems because all this was, was just a bad dream