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Dreaming In Alliteration

Slowly she spirals through the solitude of signals, 
That are visible to no one else.

Watching, and wearing her last coat of arms, she waits
For the wasted ways of youth to fail her. 
Wasting precious moments preparing possibilities of a potent
past called to a loss. This was it.

Future fires false hope towards the sky, and she gazes, grey.
Fighting for freedom that was not hers, but her hearts.  

If the stars could fall, then so should she.

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Rarity of Insanity

The constant need for constant motion lulls the sharp coil
Of twisting anxiety around her core.

It begins in madness, the subconscious kick start of her heart
She knows does not exist.       - I am fine. -
The unfamiliar rhythm from unfamiliar emotion is truly terrifying.
The only scenarios that flood her mind are ones of dark endings,
Are ones of non existent pain, non existent death.
Her mind races faster than the pace of her terrified heart and body.
      - Not again. -

The notion of slumber fades as her muscles want nothing more to do 
Than to express the complete Hell that has fallen upon her.
What evil soul deserves even this?    - No one does. -

The empire she built in the safety of comfort has been burnt to ashes
By the failing of the pretence of security.
Her entire core has been broken, her spirit plunged into the depths of 
Absolute madness as her body maintains this new state of panic.
  - I can't breathe. -

It lingers in the back of her mind at every turn of her life,
It unknowingly makes decisions on her behalf,
It forces itself upon her.  - I can't move.  -
   
But, in a rarity of insanity,
She looks toward the sky and sees it is as blue as her dreams.
Her speeding heart calms, the trembling slows
As she regains control.

This demon that invades her core, unsettles her mind,
Will never be vanquished. 
It will lie, beaten and broken in the very depths of her being
In the pitch black dark, with no hope of light.

- I am fine. -

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Latitude

Time is measured as a constant movement.
Light is measured in degrees of vision.
Distance is measured by footfalls of the weary.

After everything, I hope I always find you.

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Collaboration

To look into her eyes and see nothing,
Spurned the cycle of self destruction and narcissism that threatened
Her freedom from the silvered chains of solace that used to bind her soul.

It was the spark of an explosion so massive it would consume entirely without discrimination.

All of her past, everything she held dear 
Was lost in a blind stretch to humanity, 
Her trust in faith gone, until the end of everything.

It would take time to fix the tear in her heart.
All the energy she had was focused on remaining intact.

Searching The Unfamiliar Corridors of Stability,
Her Thoughts Binded Themselves To Reality.

   - Vaccination of Security -




-thanks to Conor Jordan, for busting the ending paradox :)

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Watch No More

That man was never really a part of her life.

His selfish soul wandered from kindred spirit to kindred spirit,
Searching for a light that rarely exists in reality.

His humanity dwindles as he wanders, his faceless emotions just 
Lost within himself.

From a tiny glimmer of a hope he thought lost,
He found a fraction of what was familiar, but faint.
Wanting to pursue, he leaves behind the complex entanglement of a life not lived. 

For the outsiders watching this delicate dance of self destruction and narcissism,
They see a selfish shell of a human being looking for happiness
Disregarding any souls who love him.

His distant family, his children, his parents are pushed aside
As he wades through a flood of self resentment and fear of being alone.
But his actions towards his flesh and blood will be his ironic downfall.
No one will watch anymore.

This man was never really a part of her life.
A distant man who cares only for himself.

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Don'T Fall Asleep

It only took one night.
It only took one small sentence to unravel the bind that held her from humanity,
And release herself into life, and into the fire.

This was coming for so long, as these star crossed souls could not be kept apart forever.
Fate could not interfere in these destinies. 
And that one night of complete freedom, held everything that she was.

It would mean the end of everything she knew,
If this fire was left to burn.
A flame that would not die, through the night of all nights.
She had found her life and soul, and to look into her eyes,
Was to glance at the stars of Heaven.

If the night was ever to end, so would she,
As there wasn't enough canvas in her dreams to portray her life and soul.

But the slumber took over, and dream she did.

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History

Shattered, but still beating,

It is locked away to heal.



Functioning without meaning has become the norm in this God forsaken hell hole.

Love became life, and in turn created a universe. 
Where gravity moved central to everything personal.

Life became love, fearing solitude and darkness
and a notion of hope is destroyed for basic human need.
 



Shattered, but still beating,

It is locked away to heal.

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Lost

Silently, he ponders and wonders,
And wanders through his desolate mind of accidents and happenstances.

Washed away, burned away and faded into the deep corners of his consciousness, 
Lay that fateful time of total terror and panic
To rear its sickening head upon occasions of familiar face.

This monster should have been slain when the memories of her face dissipated into darkness.

Over time, his soul disappeared, blackened with sin and hatred for humanity.
He merged with death, and became one so isolated that no light could reach him.
The infection that caught hold of him had spread to affection and intention.

He no longer had a respect for life, for he had lost his. 
Stuck in this purgatory of repetitive thought and motion, 
All he could hear was her heart ceasing to pump life through her body
And her last sound fading.

Lost and disillusioned, he left the memories to die a death deserved by his regret.

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Siren

And so it begins once again.

The heart kickstarts into the familiar rhythm
The mind recalls patterns of relentless thoughts.

The body moves in time to her music.

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Like a moth to its destined flame,
She led me down unbound.

To a life unknown and heartfelt, to a life deserved of a restrained being
Kept to a selfish mortal existence.
Her light of life shined over everything,
And it was brighter than the star of stars.

For all she was, she was everything,
The centre of a fantasied universe.
Where the sun shone on her face,
Where the shadows had no place,
And her distance was her only collapse.

One's soul is a price not worthy to capture this state of bliss.
It would take your forever, your eternity, your humanity.
And it would still not be enough.

Like a moth to its destined flame,
She led me down, entirely unbound.