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Not Alone

Contributed by liquidchaos on Wednesday, 5th May 2004 @ 10:44:03 AM in AEST
Topic: toughstuff

i have seen the writing on the wall
i know of the truth
or so i am convinced
before--when i stumbled in blindness
i thought i understood.
so am i walking in a straight line?
or am i destined for this--
the continual reminiscance of my failures?
turning them over and over in my mind
trying faithlessly to understand
to grasp the meaning of the beat behind the blood
and every day i waited for an explanation
but my answers never came.
should i let this drive me to my old ways
of internalization?
of the blade?
of self-despise?
it is said that in truth there lies freedom.
then why has the key to my cell been melted down
to a boiling magma--to be shaped into grenades
and bullets
and bombs?
to help them commit pollitical suicide
while i am forced to live on in this place
where everything has been done before
every line to my story means nothing
because there are six billion others
living out the same fate
and so i cannot make an impact
because history is destined to repeat
and each one of them is doomed
to live in solitude and sadness
each strand of thought is not unique
nor the way words lace themselves
and the pictures that we paint fade away
and when we die we take our pain with us,
but we leave the world more scarred than before
more so than our arms
when our pain overflowed to a sharp object
and we embraced our apathy
but the earth knows no indifferance
and each drop of blood we shed
causes a new slice upon the earth
because with each cut a part of us fades
and is lost indefinately
and so the world must also bleed
for it too looses the bad blood
along with the good
but each tear we shed in compromise
slowly replenishes our faith
for as we cry--a thousand others cry with us
so we may know we're not alone.

Copyright © liquidchaos ... [ 2004-05-05 10:44:03]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Not Alone (User Rating: 1 )
by deathdrop on Wednesday, 5th May 2004 @ 11:12:30 AM AEST
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that is one of the best things i've ever read on this site. hey, i'm not ripping the p*** either, i really like this. it calls to me, because i am too, one piece that forms of the thousands that cry, that brake. that wants to go as life is broken...
you've put this so well that i can't even begin to say how great it is! honestly. no one could have put it better!

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broken tears, broken soul, broken me, deathdrop.

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