Prayer Of A False God

All are doomed to burn
love feed the flames
days of endless pains
and the smoke takes each in turn.

All are doomed to rust
time destroys our lives
nights cut like knives
and the wind carries away the dust.

All are doomed to love
all are doomed to die
tonight bring the black tomb
for even the most high
even those in this room
cannot pretend to fly
and I know
even you
even I
must die.

By Christopher Pike

Ashlar's Works

Poetry	01/12/2008	Thank You
Poetry	06/22/2007	Untitled
Poetry	03/15/2007	~I miss you~
Poetry	02/16/2007	I Love You
Poetry	12/26/2006	Ramblings of an insane mind...
Poetry	12/17/2006	~One Love~
Poetry	07/12/2006	Cold and Alone
Poetry	07/11/2006	Dreams
Poetry	06/17/2006	Unheard
Poetry	06/06/2006	Linger
Poetry	04/15/2006	Passion
Poetry	03/28/2006	again
Poetry	01/04/2006	Does it really matter
Poetry	10/18/2005	Scraps
Poetry	07/26/2005	Empty
Poetry	07/12/2005	Lost
Poetry	07/05/2005	Time
Poetry	06/23/2005	I loved him so
Poetry	05/10/2005	My Dream
Poetry	05/03/2005	Gone
Poetry	05/03/2005	Coming to an end
Poetry	04/29/2005	Thoughts
Poetry	04/29/2005	This is me
Poetry	04/27/2005	Thinking of you
Poetry	04/26/2005	The Darkness Inside
Poetry	04/26/2005	Eternal
Poetry	04/26/2005	Saddened Heart
Poetry	04/23/2005	No Where
Poetry	04/23/2005	Complicated Life

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