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Alexis Brautovich Poem
Never Shall I forget the screams
Never Shall I forget the intensity of the flames
Never Shall I forget the revulsion of peoples faces
Never Shall I forget the scarlet color of blood
Never Shall I forget the sighs of the ghosts
Never Shall I forget the remains of the pieces of the puzzles left unsolved
Never Shall I forget the whispers of the dead
Never Shall I forget the echoes of bangs, endless bangs
Never Shall I forget this nightmare
Never Shall I forget the race
The race to live
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Packing bags and leaving home
Running into the darkness of
night like a criminal
No destination
Just an escape into freedom
from the nightmare
Just feeling the sunlight’s breath
on my cheek freely
A winds whisper touching my
ears
Running away from dreams and
wishes
Setting an adventure of a
lifetime
Running away from the past
where horror lies
Running away from lullabies and
thunder
Forgetting everything for awhile
And sit down and breathe in and
out for awhile
Smelling the freshness of life
that will no longer exist
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Alone is when reality doesn't exist anymore
Alone is when the one person breathes for rebellion
The speed of madness soaring through the human body at million miles per hour
Taking a different road than the one intended
Taking the high sprialing road
No longer a person you know, but a stranger
Instead of reality
Fireworks covered the sky
Everything was perfect, but only for awhile
Then the crash of blackness encircles like a haunting cloak of death
When the last breaths of life come too close
The only thing left to do is replay memories of happier times
Hoping not to die in this distorted state
Then suddenly reality caves in
And all thats left is to watch those particles of lights come back
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Photographs are taken away
Memories of a lifetime are forgotten
Dust has been scattered over all the fingerprints
Dishes packed away
Telephones are no longer ringing
Clothes still unused
Records are no longer playing
Blood still remains on the carpet
No more sunshine
No laughter
Just the haunting silence
The dead still appear in the darkness of the corners
The clock rings that same old lullaby
Its too late to say goodbye
But not too late to make up with the ghosts
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Falling in love is one thing
Falling in the darkness is another
Falling in the darkness is where time becomes to a stop
Falling in despair
The sorrows of the past comes rushing in
The faces of people around are just a blur
All you hear is the silence
The gripping silence
Where your breath becomes hasty
Everything becomes meaningless
You close your eyes and hope its a dream
But its not
Its the same old play
The same characters acting their part
Same curtain drawing in, marking the end of the play
But the play is never ending
Beging pulled into reality is just another second of escape, but
You simply don't forget the play
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When horror knocks on the door
Slips through the cracks and enters the body, mind, soul
Fast like an avalanche
Traveling at million speeds
It’s the same long forgotten nightmare
Every Breath
Every Whisper
Every Sound
Becomes too familiar
When falling hard to the cement
The shouts, the screams, the reminiscences
All comes too fast
Then life comes to a sudden halt
There's nothing left, just pieces of a lifetime slipping away
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What Do you do if the world begins to crash into pieces
What Do you do if time comes to an end
What Do you do if you are slowly losing the one you love
What Do you do if you fall into the darkness
What Do you do if you can't find away out of the mess that you didn't create
What Do you do if you are feeling sorrow and melancholy
What Do you do if life begins to fade from the tip of your fingers
What Do you do if you know that this isn't right
What Do you do if you suddenly take a different road
What Do you do if you been so blind to the things around you
What Do you do if there's no escape
What Do you do if theres no answers to the questions
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I feel like running away from it all
Escaping into the night where I can dispapear into the darkness like a ghost
The ghost that goes back to the past
That stays in the nightmare
The past is supoose to be a reminder of sweeter times
Now its known for
The Horror
The Pain
The Blood
The Agony
I had no intenion going back there
Now that I can no longer run
I have to face it
If
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