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Crouching in a corner,
I am a shadow in the darkness,
With tear stained eyes,
And a mind full of distorted visions...
Intricate crop circles corroding sanity,
Forever lost am I in patterns and puzzles
Divinely woven and held tight with silk
Lined webs of lies...
Alone, unloved, and afraid,
There's no where to run.
No place to hide,
No way to escape.
Time flees,
The voices get louder.
The final hour is here.
They've come for my soul...
But is it wise?
To take a life?
To surrender a darkened soul?
To face oblivion? To walk through
The abyss?
Is it fair to cry out only to hear no reply?
Is it too much for one second
To be used to care?
How the world is dismal and cruel...
The parallel universe extends
Its arms to me.
The beauty and mystery of the void...
Razor blade ecstasy, etching skin,
Creating flaws, creating imperfections,
They are disfiguring
Lines of death.
Crimson metallic bliss screams
A hissful roar and salty tears
Begin to burn.
The world is spinning and
Begins to dim.
Is it too late?
Can I still be saved?
Have I sealed my fate?
No, don't stay.
Don't bother with me.
You never did before.
No one ever has.
Please,
Go on with your day.
I'm still here...
I'm ok...
I'm breathing.
You're imagining that I'm not.
My heart still beats.
You just can't feel it.
My body's still warm.
It's just cold outside.
Please,
Just go on with your day.
I'm not dead,
I'm just like you.
I chose to live
Cold and heartless.
But now, I'm sleeping forever,
Resting peacefully
In the ground.
Only a faint memory remains.
I meant nothing to no one.
I never will. I was denied love.
what I tried to give was rejected.
I have left this world.
I will never bother you again.
The world is a now a better place.
You don't cry for me,
You cry for yourself.
All along, the blades of damnation
Were in your hands. blood spilled
Upon your hands...
Go on with your day
Just like everyone else....
Guilt driven and paranoid,
These reasons are justification
For your tainted soul...
(c) ALA 2005-2006
I am a shadow in the darkness,
With tear stained eyes,
And a mind full of distorted visions...
Intricate crop circles corroding sanity,
Forever lost am I in patterns and puzzles
Divinely woven and held tight with silk
Lined webs of lies...
Alone, unloved, and afraid,
There's no where to run.
No place to hide,
No way to escape.
Time flees,
The voices get louder.
The final hour is here.
They've come for my soul...
But is it wise?
To take a life?
To surrender a darkened soul?
To face oblivion? To walk through
The abyss?
Is it fair to cry out only to hear no reply?
Is it too much for one second
To be used to care?
How the world is dismal and cruel...
The parallel universe extends
Its arms to me.
The beauty and mystery of the void...
Razor blade ecstasy, etching skin,
Creating flaws, creating imperfections,
They are disfiguring
Lines of death.
Crimson metallic bliss screams
A hissful roar and salty tears
Begin to burn.
The world is spinning and
Begins to dim.
Is it too late?
Can I still be saved?
Have I sealed my fate?
No, don't stay.
Don't bother with me.
You never did before.
No one ever has.
Please,
Go on with your day.
I'm still here...
I'm ok...
I'm breathing.
You're imagining that I'm not.
My heart still beats.
You just can't feel it.
My body's still warm.
It's just cold outside.
Please,
Just go on with your day.
I'm not dead,
I'm just like you.
I chose to live
Cold and heartless.
But now, I'm sleeping forever,
Resting peacefully
In the ground.
Only a faint memory remains.
I meant nothing to no one.
I never will. I was denied love.
what I tried to give was rejected.
I have left this world.
I will never bother you again.
The world is a now a better place.
You don't cry for me,
You cry for yourself.
All along, the blades of damnation
Were in your hands. blood spilled
Upon your hands...
Go on with your day
Just like everyone else....
Guilt driven and paranoid,
These reasons are justification
For your tainted soul...
(c) ALA 2005-2006
Literature
Free of Place
Free of Place
When, without warning,
your voice breaks free of place (,
years after the cracks in
your skull have healed
,) and begins to roam
along the borders of accent,
crossing without passport
(or itinerary)
into sounds vaguely Swedish
on its way to becoming somewhat
German (something
like a Russians whisper
stealing into the syllables
between), moving along
odd latitudes
abrupt and unmarked
(away from you),
how do you face the departure
(of yourself) or answer
the awful question
Is this really me
speaking? when you can hear
the way your voice insists
that youre no longer
here? How do you
Literature
Symphony of Dreams
I want to explode with you
softly
gently
nothing like an explosion;
our fire in shades of faith and fleeting touches.
I want to lay on the grass
my head on your stomach
and make a movie about us out of the moving clouds
using the sun and barely visible stars as props.
I want to make music with you
a symphony of dreams and realities we can see
but never touch.
I want to hold everything you are in the palm
of my hand
so I can feel your heart's desires seep into my skin.
I want your all
your anything
your pain and your joy.
I want to help you realize
that you're not alone.
I don't want to miss you anymore, love.
Literature
You Don't...
You don't care that I'm still here waiting (for you)
You don't care that I haven't been able to move on.
You don't want to know that I can still hear your
voice
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This piece was written over December last year. I was looking through my journal archive, and I happened to see it. I decided to make some alterations to it and submit it, because it seemed to fit a certain atmosphere that has influenced me in the past. It may not be in the right category, and it is not my best work, but... I don't care. It does seem to have some strong points in the imagery itself, and that pleased me to an extent. This piece also has some complex emotions behind it, thusly making it darker than the usual pieces I write, while simultaneously fragmenting from the experimented reactions of the readers, a feeling that we all feel deep down at some time in our life, and this symbolizes the reason we can all relate to each other at some point in this piece...
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