FERRY]
FERRY.
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At dark of night,gentle touch on your body.
lying on home span leaf of date palm tree.
hatred mind, deep that hungry.
though i shall make a ferry.
gently touching on that beautiful till he is reluctant.
at dark of night like a sailor of my ferryboat.
my boat is ferrying on that dangerous river.
but the taste of same, i did not get ever.
no there is no blame of a man.
why take risk at dark of night,boat may sink than.
hatred eyes till waits with hungry. you will enjoy with hungry and take that chastity
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Its dark
So dark I cannot see
im just gonna bow my head
and let me be
the sun was set
was set for me
The hope I had was dragged through dust
The faith I lived now caked with rust
Im beggin now, to the one whos just
these chains that bind
ignore my plea
it was not written
to set me free
I forgot
Forgot how to smile
Standing here in deaths
Rank in file
The heart I had was dragged through dust
The lock and key now caked with rust
Im beggin now, to the one whos just
Im so lost
Lost in myself
Looks like my life’s
Going back on the shelf
Surrounded by light
All around me
But
Its dark
So dark I cannot see
Looks like im knockin on heavens door
Darkness covers all of me
The blackness is so deep, i cannot see
Shadowy forms float in front of me and my back
It feels as though i've fallen into a dark sea,i'm fading into the black
Deep in this dark sea everything turns to grey
It feels as though my being is fading away
MY mine and body feel broken,there's a taint on my soul that i cannot bare
I'm falling even further into my despair
One foot in the grave, a moment closer to hell
I'm close to bidding the light farewell
Surronded on all sides by this cold and heartless world,filled to the brim with malice
I'm being boxed in by my aching loneliness
I can't hold on,i feel weary within
Despair has nested in my heart,all my joy is at an end
No one understands this pain that i'm feeling
From constantly seeing all this hurting,bleeding,crying,and screaming
I've withered away now,my existence is no longer presently there
Cause i've fallen into the dark sea, I've Descended into Despair
In a dark place
I reside
I am so far down
That I can't even see
The light anymore
And it terrifies me
Too scared to live
Too scared to die
I am stuck
Caught in a never ending circle
Always running back into myself
Wanting to escape from this prison
But not knowing how
Lost in a dark place
With no escape
i am a Dark Angel-
in an illuminated world
everything is unforgiving
even to a little girl
all the people i see
are a jolly sight
all are laughing happily;
but i am left out in the rainy night
i am a Dark Angel
and i am just a Shadow
struggling with an addiction
and thinking about cremation
all the things i see
as i look about,
everybody avoids me
it makes me just want to shout
all the tears,
all this spilled blood,
remember the past years
when we were young?
i am just a silent Dark Angel.
(for the unfortunate students slaughtered in my country)
Sir – darest V.C.,
The dark hours of the night
Received no crows of the cock;
And like owls, the boys made violent
Hooting, waking us like sleeping cocks.
Of course, dear V.C,
At midnight those strange faces
Buried in dark cars: these strangers,
Like hooded saints of ancient stages,
Ah! gentle messengers of merciless gods:
Their pocket-guns woke the day;
Their barking silent steps woke the boys;
The innocent babes of sleepy stay;
Up and down the caged streets rushed the boys!
Now – dear V.C.,
While the day slept with twilight stars
The dark messengers are gone!
Like little fragments of the devil’s stars
From those lost battles for heaven –
O! Sir – noble V.C.,
Heaven knows … faces, legs, hands, voices
Of boys, of girls, of birds, of objects:
Ah! everywhere: nature’s kids are rioters!
Called forth from sleep by strange faces.
Yes! man, beast, flower, & all
Are made victims of a sea of rioters;
Soldiers marching without the famed gun,
These children prevailed after the storms.
My nighttime world
Brought on by dreams and nightmares
Subconscious fantasies
Hidden away by the day’s light
I wander through it with no guide
No path to lead my way
Only dimly lit by a waning moon
A dark green swamp
Moss hanging from shaded Cyprus trees
Like the hair of an ancient hag
Destined to exist in this world
Murky brown water stands stagnant
Beneath a slowly shifting grey fog
Snakes droop from low lying branches
Blending into the foliage around them
Waiting for something to pass by
They hiss and snap
Issuing a warning to all who listen
I am the only one who hears
Maybe if I listen hard enough
I may find my way out when the sun rises
But I know that that cold moonlight
The light of the waning moon
Grey and cold
Lacking shadows or definition
Will once again trap me
Hold me in a world of my own creation
And my hope will die
And I’ll become part of my own subconscious fantasy
Never to again escape
Trapped in that dark green swamp
Swallowed by the hanging moss
And I will just simply cease to be
The question is
Does it matter to anyone but me?
step a little closer come into my mind
follow the screams that haunt the horrors that bind
do you feel the shadows as they crawl into your memories
teasing tasting devouring your once happy dreams
turning dark and confused slowly coning becoming more bold
jumping with every thump and that icy cold hold
out slips your breathe in dire anticipation
starting to hear moans and groans from the lord of dark salutations
pulling and gnawing taking me nearer
until I crave the cold sweet kiss of your fear
leaning close kissing your once warm lips
as away your soul finally slips
Thank you my kind friends
LaBella Dreams
There's something dark behind me,
laying in those broken shards of glass
slippery with blood
something I can’t get past.
I can't say what it is,
all I know is that it's there
and it's forever waiting,
to swallow me when unaware.
It's like walking on egg shells
except these cut so very deep
makes you afraid to close your eyes
makes you afraid to sleep.
There's something dark behind me
and I'm afraid to turn around
because I know what it is,
and it can take me down.
Its dark - friend
Its lonely
I have no one to talk to
I have no one that cares
If only that you had the power to cure this
To take under wings to disappear
If only that you had the power to change
This dark day to a brighter tomorrow
Let it fade
Let it pass
Cure me from this pain
Its dark - friend
Its lonely
Please save me from this pain
Dismal, dark and gray,
watch the clouds roll by.
Thunder quakes,
lightning snakes.
Not a move is made,
I am not afraid.
Let the lightning strike me,
my soul shall then be free.
Free from the turmoil all around,
inside, outside, up and down.
All my wishes, hopes, dreams broken,
yet not a word have I spoken.
I bleed out my tears,
damaged from all my years.
Dismal, dark and gray,
not the sky, my day.
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