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dark shadows in my windowless house
Contributed by
lostrelic
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Monday, 10th October 2005 @ 03:04:38 PM in AEST
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spirial in my mind take a look feel the texture of my solid realm
twisted frames of souless imagery scattered on the walls
all made of mud and dust the true nature of this world
my eyes only see illusion twisted visions scatter the ground
walking in my world there is so many marvels to see
see this crack in the foundation this is where my mind is
the soil loosens every day as the winds of change blows
but in the darkness of the cellar you will find my heart
all black and sticky from decay as the worms start there dance
that is the great illusion of my reality this smile is all a masquerade
a paper mache of dreams that i plasted to make this mask
its colours are wild some as bright as stars some as dark as night
but the smile you see is a vision of beauty it melts hearts and wreaks lives
but that is only my mask the true me is in here somewhere
but that is another story mabey another day
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Re: dark shadows in my windowless house
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by Dark_and_Cold on
Monday, 10th October 2005 @ 04:41:22 PM AEST
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| Better than your previous posts, but a lot of errors in spelling and grammar... |
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Re: dark shadows in my windowless house
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by ArsenicMyst on
Wednesday, 12th October 2005 @ 04:18:12 PM AEST
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i am impressed by your thoughts
that there are many alter layers
to our lives ... which is the struggle ...
with our inner-selves and the outside world ...
most accuse us with dwelling too much on self-indulgence
but they are worng ...
they want to mold us into their robotic images
placing us into their little convenient boxes of identity
consequently some of us are forced to live in a masquerade ...
(something i wrote about too sometime back)
idyllic perfection? ... i can live with the little errors
never-the-less ... a great job
Arsenic*´¨`·.¸¸.*
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