2005-05-04 -- 6:24 p.m. Postponed, white, A line is drawn, Underneath the gray horizon holds, To lips a sliver luster molds. Lips so easily persuaded, Down, around the fire, Burns so rusty yellow, So cold a fire, not even a spark of white or blue. My mind, is razed to the ground, Pressured to believe whats true, So much undoubting love, So many timid lies, All this, From my wrist's spray fourth. And here in this wilted, Soulless human form, Forms something so greatly, Green and pure, My self indulgent lies, Spray from my, Cut and withered neck. Image’s of your horrendous face, And your shoveled underneath, Life, turn to dust. I claim here, With foot pushing on your head, My spraying wrist's and neck, Cover your image of love, and your face. An image, for what was once called, Us. Now both of us are dead. -=original=- Postponed, white a line is drawn, Underneath the gray horizon holds, To lips a sliver luster molds. The mind so easily persuaded, Down, around the fire, Burns so rusty yellow, So cold a fire, not even a spark of white or blue. My, is razed to the ground, Pressure so my undoubting love, So timid lies, From my writes spray fourth. And here in this wilted, Soulless human form, Forms something so greatly, Green and pure, My self indulgent lies, Spray from my, Cut and withered neck. Image’s of your horrendous face, And your shoveled underneath, Life, turn to dust. I claim here, Now I claim, with foot propped to your neck, My empted writs and neck, Cover your image of love, and your face. Sitting, and I will forever remember, I will forever remember what you are. Dead, just like me, You are dead. I rewrote it, I want to submit this to some kind of contest to see if I can win anything. Some feed back would really help.