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Martyred For A Mortal Soul
Contributed by
aphazel
on
Monday, 7th February 2005 @ 11:41:19 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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Smouldered beneath a blanket of dust....
I feel overwhelm by the hopelessness of nothing.
Trapped in the frequency of sound...
I fell parallel to the conjuring spells.
I am haunted by my past that relates to my present.
My hopes cajoled me.
My plans for great happiness are despoiled....
With my thesis i feel i can't do anything.
My dreams turns into nightmares that play me.
The hope turns into madness that preys on me.
My wants have gone stale.
My thesis to have fun and happiness turns into fever.
My screams of laughter turns into my agonizing pain.
The sorrows began the slaughter of my little broked heart.
My martyred soul bothered the seraphim.
Aside blueprints and designs with no one to comfort me.
Black stains are over exposed and under my fragile skin.
I slice abortive runes into my blank eyes.
I've ran out of places to run,
And I've ran out of places to hide.
I sigh for everything to die for.
All this momentum is due to end.
All this potential is motivating me from within.
I slice into my wrists until i bleed.
i slice so ***** deep.
I feel so ***** insane.
I took to sin.
I want to know what it feels like to die.
Copyright ©
aphazel
... [
2005-02-07 23:41:19] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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