nitsrek

If you dont mind me asking what they were??

where life meets no end, and the purple sky has boundaries, where the resting reins, and the awake sleeps helplessly, Breathing, Grasping for air, reaching, pulling, Where are the hands to grab, and where have the weapons gone to fight, are we left alone here, are the purple skies falling? Panic, or panic not, Scream for help, is there any? Take a deep breath of Air no more, Where has the little things gone, and little air left breath, such a big deal, such little time, The dead awake, they move, helplessly attacking all they can find, but who is left to destroy, We seek and seek? To find our graves? Or to find air? Has the purple sky swallowed it all? We dance for freedom, as we fall to the ground, no air even to breathe for our freedom. The purple sky smiles with glee, and dances for the suffocating, Tormented, motionless souls, bring to them a real breath? sky of white! I kinda just wrote this when I was in blank mood....It just one of my little crapy poems...hoping you might like it...