Idle

A Poem by Bee

Idle breaths,

they say that's the lords greatest sin
As an unfortunate waste,

a toxic light must begin
but this,

these breaths are pieces of sound,

images of pleasure,
buried within holy ground
virtue say's farewell

with such grace

Down with the flames,

god if i can't please you tonight
then i seldom relish my existence to the heavens

unworthy of this life

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Added on March 7, 2009
Last Updated on March 7, 2009

As long as there's a pencil in my hand, a blank surface at my feet, a few lingering thoughts in my head, then I am forever complete. more..