The Last to Leave

Perhaps it was a star. It wasn't sure.
The world speeding past was just a blur.
Lost within its own illumination.
Tossed by waves of darkened intuition.
Feelings rising high
within a guilded aura's sheen.
Then lashing out.
Some called it cruel and mean.
While you were lost within a rising tide
of nullified emotions.
Juxtaposed within divine devotion.
Deep inside, where terror took a dive.
Turning heaven into hell.
Where the shadow of life's death must dwell.
Perhaps it was a star. It wasn't sure.
The world speeding past was just a blur.
Lost within its own illumination.
Hiding in a mind's humiliation.
Never cast, yet still the last
to leave...

? Michaelette ?

6/25/2005
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