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Lost Confessions
Lost between Heaven and Hell, battlements of my spirit and mind, Raptures me into the new day, but delivers me in the darkness of night. I argue within my mind, that shall wither it blind, randomly I search for the meaning that enhances the light. I wander through the ailment that haunts me so. Small amounts of peace keep me driving onward, though I feel no glow. In-between both I am haunted with one sight, Glimpse of the dream I hold so dear, with massive amounts of fear, my menacing fantasy keeps me on my fight. Each week that passes seems as everyone that fell before. My soul knows my end is of a different kind, knowing the sin that I carry each night and the penance that I must endure. My destiny is not what I see, But is what I deeply ignore. Lost between Heaven and Hell, My soul cannot sell, this torment, I speak is a different form I break, Not just any ordinary sin, I have no-where to begin. No end to reach, my darkness seeks light, though there is no realization to teach. I am haunted by the past that lonely night that seizes, though it pleases me ,but no other can live in the desire that I speak here and now, Others have traveled this road without any dark temptation, though I would lose all interpretation, with great litigation. Lost now and forever my dream, forgotten almost it may seem. Distant calls engorge my thoughts, memories chase my spirit, and lust envelops my soul, into the realm betwixt Heaven and Hell. My dream I shall bury, my destiny, I shall marry within my mind and spirit. These darkened nights shall grab the bright days down into the mishap of grace. I will council each cheerful day and plant a smile on my face. However, the agony shall drive my heart to a stainless hollowness of discomfort my continued dream shall live on and inhabit this shell. This shell someday shall wither away; there will be nothing left to tell. Written for Sponsor Catie Lindsey Contest Name Dark Prose
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