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Where terror once ran rampant through cold, open veins, Such distinct dizziness, previous sheer instability, replaced, Those careful thoughts of disgrace, revealed in space, Woe be not the playground of such innocence today. Carry on the sorrow song, whose stanzas grow cursed gray, It is not long, not long before simple day turn to frantic fray, So quiet is the long, long road back from purgatory's gates, There on her coldest throne, sits an angel, face held in empty embrace. Has the lost found its home, Spinster, spinster, so young in bone, Pray, has the safety of silence turned heart to stone? Or will this last foray into hope an

A barren evening, so slowly stretching so long down, Like the sunlight in its journey from Mercury to Jupiter, And the traversing of souls, as they follow the light, This gentle soul, starry-bright and heaven-held, As it graced this earth no longer, moving from reality, Into the realm of legend, and I regret, I did not know his name. As I attend, in my difficult manner of ephemeral mortality, A warm dance and ball in the loving memory, This being of happiness and starlight, a glow to be remembered, I listen to the gazing souls, congressing over daily light, They deplore the evil of passed away, And their so lamenting cries, of tim

I walked slowly down the lonely road of self contemplation, As a wicked thought did approach me in the form of a child. Sitting sickly, barely together, As one sits with the plague, waiting for sweet salvation that shall never come, A dismal kind of desire, a hope of a hope that no matter how hard we cry, No matter how deeply wish to believe, We know, will never be made manifest in our dwindling fantasy tale. Yet still I walked, on and on I walked, A slow charismatic ease, a leisure I'm sure many could not feel, As my warm, love-soaked crimson rivers of bloody veins carried through me, A fascination with the world, which could only

Oh such sweet melancholy, my friend, I feel like I've known you so long, but I've only longed to know you.  Because for all this time have I felt like the moon was smiling... Only the sinister sun shedding it's hateful smile down to warm my memories so that I may see clearly.  But not yet again, for I still miss all the holes in this fabric of lies where the truth has been so boldly misunderstood.  To stare, where no eyes would dare, like such beautiful moon-light tingling and giving a twilight bliss in these wonderful mornings where the crows have brought all the souls to rest.  And I feel like there is nothing holding me back, only self ind

Walk behind the wall, Away from my thoughts, As far from my touch as the moon from the stars, And only in the blink of an eye. Pass away, leave only the space between us, So few steps to hold you again, I can only whisper to you, The deafening that this is in my heart, Broken to the sound of silence. I'll stand there behind you, Left alone, left here behind. And I'll be here days to come, In the same place as I stare into your vacant eyes, Reach out and touch my heart, Release all that is my pain, all that my soul escapes, Pull me close, and I'll wake to find you there, Only in my dreams, and I stand here... I, I am empty, o

I write home today, Dreary, so dreary, All the nightmares have come to reality, So weary, so weak, so weary, The feelings so longly unexpressed, Dark and cold, so grim and barely living. I feel life burn, while my brothers fall beside me, So burnt, so scary, Yet I do not faulter, I keep the march: Dead ahead I say, dead inside my head we can not delay, Do care, to never forget us, Memories do remain, so bright, so cheery, As I tell you, That I love you, ever more and again. We make this water run red with our sweat, As our dreams melt to nightmares and reality, Dreary, so dreary, These dismal tears I do not allow to shine thr

I read this poem today, It is insignificant. During my path to understanding, I lost my link in you. My link to the past, The past in your wisdom, The wisdom, that only comes in age. Experience, the one that you must, To understand, these sort things. And during these times, When I was too shy, Too afraid to say three words, The insignificant words, The ones that spelled meaning, In the phrase, "I love you." But my time has passed, I forgot to say them, And now I won't have the chance, Now those things, Those insignificant things, taken for granted, Come clear, Things that I forgot wouldn't always be there, I understand

A burdened eye sees, What the carefree can never glimpse, The harsh understanding in nothingness, Yet the carefree, will never fear that void. In the mind of the burdened eye, Things are considered in the pain of applicability, The knowledge in the tugging of its heart. To grasp the void, Is to understand fate, And to slip deeply into that unconsciousness, Is to be at one with true destiny. To those who suffer in mortality, Such a calling is of distraught insensibility, For the care free refuse to feel the same, As a touch of foresight, They will cut out their eyes rather than see. In the deepening threshold, It becomes harde

Shadow Long beyond memory, Before eyes open, She called my name. Now in desperation, My heart cries for her. Staring into the sun, Take my soul away, Make my grave my home, And wipe my memories away. Time is fleeting, I see my hatred fester, A pain diluting my love: Leaving only a scar, To remember what once was. Knowing only battle, A lifetime of fear, Tell me now, Where is salvation from your Lord? Staring into the sun, Take my soul away, Make my grave my home, And wipe my memories away. Time is fleeting, I see my hatred fester, A pain diluting my love: Leaving only a scar, To remember what once was. Now I lay, b

What shall become of me? Your eyes close, far away, If I blend into the darkness, Will you remember me? Following into the darkness, Clouded by smoke, Rekindling what hope the soul can conjure, Whispering, "I love you" with every stray glance. I will forget, The moonlight in your eyes, The glow of your skin, Painted memories on my fading canvas. I have walked the last mile, With you at my back, The sentence is finished, For me to stand waiting, for your dismiss. I stand alone, Is there nothing, When tomorrow may come, The color to return, beneath the veneer of a broken soul?