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The Beautiful Wound

Contributed by Maxximus on Tuesday, 10th May 2005 @ 05:35:25 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

Scarlet light met me as I sat there all alone
The gravestones rising up all around me
Complacently I pulled the sweet air into my lungs
Almost trying to breathe out my soul
I listened...

Voices that had never found me there

Distracted
Envious
Arrogant
Dying

Closing my eyes I could feel their passion
The purple pulsating light behind our eyes
Filled me with emotions elevated by my consciousness
Rising... I was made whole again
But still he was missing
Still, she was never there

Traces of light guided my steps
Black dirt in colorless shadows
The stench of decaying sod
Intoxicating my senses I walked into
The blue swirling miasma

That is where I believed I lost consciousness...
Thoughts too wild and feelings too pointed
To have been anything but
A Dream

To have stepped thorough the ethereal fire
To have been bathed in eternity
To have seen what I could not accept
But was forced to bear, to understand
These were the pains I relished
The unfurnished corners of our mind reaching out
...beckoning
...making me think
I was broken upon my own will
To see what had lingered on the fringes of
Consciousness

"This is not something I should do, but I want it so badly. It's much like the shimmering blade longing for the vein or the unconscious will of man towards self destruction. My will is made, I have no choice..."

Stark walls pushed in from all sides
Thick stone blocks the confines
Darkened halls lined with ashen faces
People I'd seen in forgotten places
"Where is this coming from?"
Their voices merged as woven laces

"You are home."
And I walked grimly down the funeral hall
My soul captured in it's own thrall
Deepening the beautiful wound

Copyright © Maxximus ... [ 2005-05-10 17:35:25]
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Re: The Beautiful Wound (User Rating: 1 )
by Kyarn on Tuesday, 10th May 2005 @ 06:52:22 PM AEST
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Beautiful...just...wow.

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