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Intermission in the White Room

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Intermission in the White Room

Ridding the world of you came at a cost
now I float without color
without virtue

Why can’t I feel my arms? 
what were once extensions to hold me up
don’t provide much when walls aren’t a factor

This place has an odd irony
I seem to be the butt of it’s joke
No violence, love, hate or demeanor is needed
I don’t even think the decorator had any idea what to do with the interior
Gave it to the serpent and the man with the hat who sits on the clouds

I should probably move
Saints come here for purification
I’m the elephant in the room that everyone's well aware of
but unsure of
Do-gooders snicker and point
wonder why I’m even here

So much for secrecy, so much for some well earned alone time

I wanted to rest by the white tree 
have a drink 
wax idiotic with Dante and Virgil
rather that than being cleansed by fire
it was just one and she deserved it

There I go opening my big mouth again
the flames lick my toes as the chubby servants poke with their sticks
God damn it I told you I have a thick coat
this may take a while so I hope you brought something to read

Drink the elixir, pardon the purpose, give me the light and rest
bring on Hades
make a decision cause I’ve always been torn between the two 

Not all bad is good and vice versa

Book it for the door as the red guy extends his grip
I should have tried a different route
no turning back now
I will not be reprimanded by the mountain
on this wing I’m carried back where I belong
amongst the hysterical and crying souls of a nameless generation
I’m back.... did you miss me?

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  1. Date: 12/20/2010 12:35:00 PM
    Complex poetry, which can only make me happy. With the cultures halos. Welcome to the "man with the hat who sits on the clouds"