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New ambient light taking hold of that which was once darkened by time.
New thoughts eluding desires and all answers to the questions at hand.
Laminated emotions taking the places of the empty spaces inside the mind.
Feel the love from behind the reinforced glass? Didn’t think it was possible.
Now the age of reasoning comes into play, now is the time for deep thought.
The devil calls for pain, in waves that crash on this body like water on rock.
No visible damage but over time it wears it down to nothing, little by little.
Plunging into the deep end surrounding the mind and clouding the vision.
Breathing is impossible, gasping for air only brings water into the lungs.
This feels like dying. This feels like numbing. This feels better than living.
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Heavier still, the flower wilts.
Losing petals faster and faster.
The sweet smell has turned putrid.
Remember not the last dying breath.
Rather, remember the first one.
Gasping for air with new lungs.
When reading this, read deep.
Peer between the lines and letters.
See what is truly there, hidden inside.
The truth within the lies.
The light within the dark.
The sadness within the smiles.
It is all a pastime. It is all a game.
A game you shall lose.
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2 a.m. no sleep
Restless, not even tired yet
The candle flickers
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One last failed attempt
Reaching for the moon and stars
For once I succeed
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"The grass is always greener on the other side."
"The sun shines brighter for others and not me."
Boohoo, cry me a river. I have a tiny violin.
You can borrow it when you sing your sob song.
It plays rather well to the tune of, “POOR ME!!!”
Further more the grass isn’t always greener.
For your information my grass is pretty damn green.
They just wont let me walk on it.
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It feels like that eternal longing from within.
Not quite remorse. But pretty close.
Naked aggression. Standing behind the glass.
She is muted, with a blank expression.
So much love for the darkness within.
Her eyes sing sweet lullabies over calm water.
This is where she is, this is where she will remain.
Everlasting and never aging, forever a forgotten dream.
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The blue sky weeps in this blue world
It seems to tell a story, a story about nothing
The sun smiles, it smiles as it kills the moon
Gone forever and lovesick! Fading into nothing
Remembrance is a pain not wanted, nor needed
It feels warm in the dark, feels like death
Nothing can bring it back. Nothing can fix it
Missing this darkness that warms the body
Missing this darkness that warms the soul
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There is a feeling that rises.
Everything gold fades to gray.
The pain floats into nothingness
This feeling tears into the depths.
It tunnels into the deep and sleeps.
There is a feeling that rises.
Monsters in the abyss.
The chasm grows shallow.
The pain floats into nothingness.
The feelings cuts deep, blunt blade.
At it doesn't lie, always hurts.
There is a feeling that rises.
Informed of another release.
Oh anguish, come forth quickly.
The pain floats into nothingness.
Forever remissed, forever forgotten.
Forever entangled, forever enthralled.
The pain floats away into nothingness.
There is a feeling that rises.
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Dear friend,
I actually don’t know if I should even be writing this to you. I've been doing well
with the whole not trying to contact you, but it seems to get harder and harder
everyday. I feel empty inside and this depression is one of the worst I've ever
been through. I feel that this could be the end. I feel a terrible distance between
us and I don’t know how to make that space seem shorter. Sometimes I think to
myself, "am I doing the right thing?" I can't help but feel that I’ve made a terrible
mistake. But your sister told me it’s for the better. And even my best friend told
me its better this way. Too many complications in our world. Too much confusion
to make any sense out of anything at this point in time. A sort of numbing feeling
come over me at night. Some times I call your phone hoping that you'll answer,
but at the same time hoping that you don't. I don't think I could handle hearing
your voice only to have to let go of it all over again. These things I tend to think
about until all hours of the morning. Sleep doesn’t appeal to me anymore. It
seems to have become unwanted, much like a tedious chore. I don’t think that
things will get better, and if they do not anytime soon. I can only pray that you’re
doing well. That your eyes see brighter days than mine allow me to see! In the
end that’s all I can actually hope for. That some how these decisions and actions
I have pursued will benefit your life. Because as much as I hate to admit it, they
don’t benefit mine.
Eternally yours,
A distant memory
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See her through the minds eye
Repetitious procrastination in the end
She wanders into dreams to say goodbye
Figment of the imagination, personified lie
While mourning her death, this funeral they attend
See her through the minds eye
These dreams take a bad turn and die
Back into nightmares, these wounds will mend
She wanders into dreams to say goodbye
Cast out of love? On darkness rely
All her love into light she’ll send
See her through the minds eye
Blood rushing. Pressure to the wound apply
Beware the good in her, not to offend
She wanders into dreams to say goodbye
All the dark corners her smile has lightened
Cower in the dark, the nightmares are frightened
See her through the minds eye
She wanders into dreams to say goodbye
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