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They hide their cold hues in their dark masquerade.
Hoping none noticed the dark games they played.
They know they're invisible, we failed to see.
They put up thick lines that we can't read between.
They hide behind curtains of crocodile tears.
And practice the hate they gained over the years.
They take pride in badness, in madness, in pain.
They brag about all the good people they've slain.
Their deep red eyes summon the brave through the storm.
Who come back with no hearts, their faces - forlorn.
They have no more passion, their love's all but naught.
The valiant are thrown out, they've lost all they've got.
And that is the fate of the good men who try.
Their livestock is lost and their daughters all die.
So shall we stop trying? (Not saying I'm good.)
But still I hold on like the Engine that Could.
Once more your lost
Not because of you, but
Because of someone.
Your lost because of a loved one,
Your lost because of a brother.
A brother has shoved you into darkness,
Darkness that will last for times to come.
Why? Because you feel it.
A feeling that you dread and despise.
Now that its here, what will you do?
Will you try finding 'you'?
Will you be content with your loss?
Will you try to find 'you'?
Will you?
This time, is it worse?
This time, is it harder?
Tears fill your eyes, but doesn't flow,
Why? Are you trying to keep them from falling?
Are the tears just not falling?
Why?
This time, it seems your lost for good.
This time, it seems you will not find light.
This time your on your own, noone is there.
Noone is there to lend a hand,
Noone is there to be that light you need.
Noone is there to help you find 'you'.
This time, it seems your lost for good?
Scream louder in the brain,
Work hard to deaden the pain...
The gnawing at the roots...
The scratching noises take me to the lost sanity that will never gain victory again,
Sanity? Victory? I scoff...
In the mirror upon the wall, up the stairs down the hall,
Images past I see... fading, fading... slowly...
I see a man I never knew. Deep inside are cries of muffled sorrow.
The hurts of being lost with out direction,
Hope... again I scoff...
The darkness filtered from disgust and disbelief is no longer diluted with dust particles of light,
But the density is pure...
Pure darkness that not only reaches deep into the heart but engulfs the madness,
The madness that I call myself.
There has never been peace in this madness,
Only delusions of happiness that seem to twist any reality into unrecognizable fate.
A direction that spirals with the darkness and has the funnelled power of a twister,
Bringing destruction in its path...
Yet, in the midst of the delusion a small spark of curiosity catches the eye,
And for a brief moment...
As in the eye of the storm...
By Pernell Rodocker
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