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5/10/2018 3:42:51 AM
NOBODY rewritten	I was always told as a child I had a lucky face. A bone structure that resembled somebody famous. 'There’s something about you kid, you’re different,’ they said. 'I don’t know what it is but you’re different.’ I was force fed this bullshit Until it oozed out of me from every pore. The stench of it Worse than a French whore. And now that the lines are etched a little deeper, And the hair a little thinner, And the waist a little broader, And the pill a little stronger, And the reflection in the mirror a little less clearer. I finally realised with one more bout of depression That I wasn’t anybody at all. Not even myself. The monster I had created had destroyed me. No ego. No pity. No self- indulgence. Not even any ashes were left. I was free. I was nobody. edited by Wayne Riley on 5/10/2018
5/18/2018 9:21:17 AM
THE FORBIDDEN TEMPEST	With each storm brings a new emptiness. A wave of despair that can blind even the brightest light. For the moment the truce holds with the beast. But how much longer will it resist the flesh? And the madness will once again course through the veins. Like a whores kiss its sting will burn for eternity. And the mockingbird will sing to the heavens But the gods will do nothing.And somewhere The sunset will set.The snow will fall. And the race will be run.And the message will be lost in the words. Those who cannot accept loneliness Can never accept death. Yet the search goes on, Desperate and unstoppable Towards a futureless future. And the fear of change stifles the mind into a partial suicide That the body can neither fight for nor rage against. Cowardice? Strength? Right? Wrong? There is always a way And there is always a choice. edited by Wayne Riley on 5/18/2018
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