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Funeral Fear
Contributed by
adsalamon
on
Monday, 27th January 2003 @ 04:44:21 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Oh funeral fear, Oh eternal fear
Ever closer, you get so near
When the being becomes the non
When all you see, flashes to black
When all you hear, screams to silence
When all you feel, crumbles to dust
When all you smell, blows away in the wind
The feeling of not being here, not being there
Not being anywhere
Nothing to think, nothing to say
Only knowledge of the being, the past, what was
Etched into stone, above the solitary bed
The bed, the pit, the rosebush marker
The plot, your private spot, only lot
You’ll ever need again.
Oh funeral fear, Oh furnace fear
Ever closer, you get so near
When existence becomes the ex
The mind, the thoughts, the years
Clenched fist smashes to pieces, broken
Torn apart, the fire consumes
The shell empty, like those on a beach
Open and discarded, used up
What we become, empty
Waste, Human waste
Feelings lost, art of dying, hurts so much
Nothing to stop us feeling this way
Religion tries for those who don’t
Want the truth
Oh funeral fear, Oh dying fear
Ever closer, You are so near
Copyright ©
adsalamon
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2003-01-27 16:44:21]
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Re: Funeral Fear
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by ladyfawn on
Monday, 27th January 2003 @ 07:43:48 PM AEST
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although i do not fear death of myself, i find it and all it's aspects fascinating, an excellent write here my friend..
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Re: Funeral Fear
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by AngryPrincess on
Friday, 14th March 2003 @ 12:30:20 PM AEST
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"When the being becomes the non
When all you see, flashes to black
When all you hear, screams to silence
When all you feel, crumbles to dust
When all you smell, blows away in the wind
The feeling of not being here, not being there
Not being anywhere"
Perfectly written, you captured the whole idea very well and i enjoy it... great job adrian :o)
Lindsey
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