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Davidsitting, staring, lost in the hour of the wolf glory of the brightest star sunk behind the dark horizon waiting for sleep to embrace me and death to seize me. sitting, staring, lost in time mistakes ages ago hardships old and brittle rivers of tears long dry leaves from the vine falling so slowDavid
Sitting, staring, lost in the moment. remembering alternatives that will never be imagining nonexistent clarity leaves from the vine falling so slow like
fragile, tiny shells drifting in the foam
uneasy with a quiet roo
by ~Death-and-Decay
Granted WishesThe gates open, a shallow creak entrance granted into dark. to the doors, mason pavement overgrown by beauty.Granted Wishes
Banished from sun to windowless extravagance
final glimpse of old then into the castle, onto solitude
Captivity in desires fulfilled palisades disquise hollow joy slowly, visions of past recede
reality turns to dust
dreams become perverse thoughts sadistic pleasures come to fruition internal pain brought physicality
mental scars mutilate the flesh
sanity flows away in shed blood twisted wishes transform
by ~Death-and-Decay
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Blood Stained HandsHands stained of evil, Thoughts broken with unforgiving disparity Ideas, unaware of the pain they cause.Blood Stained Hands
As the pen pierces my heart, Knowledge once within, escapes me, Lost in the calculations, without a hope,
Forests of crumpled paper, gather on the floor My hands, relentlessly struggle, to yet no avail. With each new draft, answers slowly die.
Fighting for the solution, unseen. Suffering over the incompatible math Every possibility seems so flawed.
Chances, of love rekindled, nearly gone. Divided by 2 with each new misconception.
by ~Death-and-Decay
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UnnamedAwakened from deep meditation To a frightful Premonition. Lacking hold to conscious thought Lost in the fated route.Unnamed
Left wanting by my dream. Trapped between half sewn seams. Without warmth from erudition, On a path to degradation.
Faith wanes in the destined way, Clouds loom for the rest of days. Death follows men to their doom: Epiphany left to the tomb.
All that does remain, Is that of darker domains, Absent emotion, forever forgotten.
Lost in meditation. Awakened by that frightful premonition, Left longing for
by ~Commandant258
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"Even as a child I had powers; there's demonic blood in me. "
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leaves from the vine
falling so slow,
like
fragile, tiny shells
drifting in the foam
little soldier boy, come marching home,
brave soldier boy, come marching home.
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"Even as a child I had powers; there's demonic blood in me. "
-Dante
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leaves from the vine
falling so slow,
like
fragile, tiny shells
drifting in the foam
little soldier boy, come marching home,
brave soldier boy, come marching home.
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You asked me what was wrong and I said "nothing"; then you turned away and I whispered "everything"...
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