Beyond the dying sun
Beyond this dying place
The deserts make its fun
Above, beyond the outer of space
Dreaming…
Away from evil deeds
Always wishing…
Distant from conceded needs
Ugly is a true colored sense
Beauty is the overstated belief
Decency remains dense
Humanity burns with repeats
Empty a sky can see
Looking far above for escape
This empty wasteland
Who so desperate we are…
Desperate for escape.

Chlor O'Phyll

April 15, 2011 at 1:39 PM PDT

You are a poem-making machine! Awesome!