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The histories of the damned

Contributed by iodinelove on Monday, 19th February 2007 @ 11:18:59 PM in AEST
Topic: abstract

In great fields
Watch the heather
Die

Everything is
Dying
Watch the winter

Fall

Can you laugh still?

Can you laugh?

Can you

See

The beginning

Rot

I think its
The depression
Thinks it’s the depression

The depression is a lie

A lie

It is all because of what I see

I have always imagined
Two hallways splitting from
The walls like splays of light
To fill my sight forever

I cannot fit my visions
Into words

They are only a young mans thoughts
A young mans thoughts
A young man
Thought
The world away
And I today
Think
It back again
Back again
It’s back again
And
The Emptiness
Succeeds me

There is a restless moment
Before I sleep each night
Knowing the darkness
Knowing that it suffers
Its light for me

It is all broken

The world drinks
The windows of my dreams

Torment rides a thunder
Cresting the mounts
Of my desire

It is all mixed up

Emptiness begins again

Everyday
I waste a page
Provoke my
Own soul
With petty dreams
Desires
And memories

The memories of her tears

And her tears

And her tears

The tears are always the same

It is in the brook of their eyes
As the tears settle upon the banks
Of their silence
That bellows so crudely
In my heart

If it could all be taken back

I could not take it back

The dreams of my sleep
Are the histories
Of the damned

Copyright Â© iodinelove ... [ 2007-02-19 23:18:59]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: The histories of the damned (User Rating: 1 )
by needledancing on Monday, 19th February 2007 @ 11:33:33 PM AEST
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and you may be strange....but I like strange..isn't it wonderful how different we can be....write on.

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