Never smelled so sweet the scent of sleep

These dreams to the bed I’ve retired to keep

Passions of old and lusts of new

To dawn one day and visions become view

Far fell the past behind curtains of old

In begotten dreams there sinks the soul

To find Heaven in a day that has passed

So Eden gleaned what no longer lasts

And if Hell wells up in my throat today

So Eden has left its price to pay

There bears the signs from beyond my teeth

A tongue of gold, a language of grief

To extract from me

And eradicate the disease

Is to expound in me

All that’s not at ease

Never sounded so silent the anthem of peace

These voices, they drown and in song, cease

Passions of the heart and lusts of the soul

To be gone one day and remain forever null


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Paige Heaney

Paige Heaney, sophomore, has loved creative writing since she was very young. Her works primarily take form in poems or fiction. A blank piece of paper is like an untouched canvas to her, where she depicts vivid images with words instead of drawings. She also enjoys reading, especially S.E. Hinton’s books such as The Outsiders and Rumble Fish. Aside from reading and writing, Paige loves making memories with her friends and family.