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True Beauty is the End

Contributed by Cancer on Sunday, 11th May 2003 @ 12:35:00 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



i dreamed of happiness
that never came
i dreamed of dreams
martyred in vain
i dreamed of self-destruction
an old, forgotten friend
i dreamed of true beauty
and true beauty is the end
i dreamed of endless hate parades
marching through my mind
i dreamed of all i thought i had
somehow left behind
i dreamed of betrayals, so important to me
how could i have been so blind
i dreamed of hate that stole my life
slowly, over time
i dreamed of the pain of you slipping through my fingers
like sand made of broken glass
i dreamed of my prison of memories
i dreamed of going mad within the past
i dreamed of endless sadness
spreading like the sea
i dreamed of you and your love
drowning, swallowing me
i dreamed of every hole in me
everything i lack
i dreamed of personified paranoia
i dreamed of a million knives in my back
i dreamed of hope, newborn and pure
i dreamed the fear of it's stillbirth
i dreamed a dream that wasn't a dream
i dreamed of a mushroom-cloudy earth
i dreamed of everything and i dreamed of nothing
i dreamed of you, my love, my friend
i dreamed (finally) that sweet dark dream of death
and i dreamed of true beauty
and true beauty is the end



Copyright © Cancer ... [ 2003-05-11 12:35:00]
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Re: True Beauty is the End (User Rating: 1 )
by DreamWeaver on Monday, 12th May 2003 @ 05:37:43 AM AEST
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Well written ... your dreams are very dark .. but realistic.




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