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Phillie Blackwell Poem
They suck you in their torturous minds.
Only the lucky ones die first .
Their thoughts vigously take you in, racing against the beat of their black hearts.
Your remains are stripped, placed in jars of glass.
Starring at you they laugh.
Your face blank, an uncurable pain, your dimmed to size.
The phantoms you dream are just a twist of unsuspecting reality.
Casting tears upon your face, shadowing all happiness.
You choke on the thought of love.
Your sucked in the tunnel of misery.
Your wings clipped, your drowning now in the pool of tainted love.
Your heart scarred, lost in a daze of nothing.
Their heart sings a tune of false hope for you.
Hypnotizing -their words.
Your swallowed whole, lost in a Trans of sorrow and rejection.
You'll bleed your aching heart out, just to watch them drift away.
They'll rip you apart, grabbing you by all organs, destructing what was never there.
You'll melt from the fire that was never burning.
LOVE-to never be spoken again.
Copyright © Phillie Blackwell | Year Posted 2006
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Phillie Blackwell Poem
In my arms lies your lifeless body.
My heart breaks with every last breathe you take.
This must be your time to go.
I want to come with you, for I don't wont to be left alone.
I don't want to awake only to realize you are gone.
I breathe you in, but to never release you.
How do I adapt here in this lonely, thoughtless world?
In the silence I here you calling out to me "Please don't go".
I stay for hours holding you, until they come and take you away.
Your face id blank, showing no signs, no motions nor movements.
I already miss your sweet smile.
I see our memories flash before my eyes, like a tape in fast forward
then it suddenly stops... just like that.
The years we shared only seem as seconds now.
They say everything happens for a reason,
but what is the reason for you leaving me?
I can't think of any reason.
My mind is blank.
It's like I'm dead but I'm awake.
I'm lost inside.
Maybe I should be happy your in a better place, but I have no feelings.
Depression sets in, I'm lost in a daze.
I can't eat nor sleep, I slowly die.
My only thoughts are the ones of you.
I am eternally damaged inside, but I will go on.
Go on living each day for you.
I appreciate what I had and still have even though your know gone.
Something great, something that could never be replaced.
I live in this world alone, but you will always be with me.
I love you my Fallen Angel.
Copyright © Phillie Blackwell | Year Posted 2006
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