Pen and Prisma Markers- Todays sketch, 060311 by TL Cope
Sunday, Sunday I deny ......
You are but beginnings end
I live my lie in solitude
and live my truth in sin
I live my hopes in lonliness
Sheltered from within.
Hear me now the fleeting sound
The tattered sheets, the barren ground
An empty heart, it's beating pounds
Dark rhythms of the souless.
Whispered under labored breath
An attempt at my forgiveness.
Bone and flesh, it walks a path
And dreams of life eternal ......
