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No End, No Light

Do you see the end in sight
our minds gone, wandering the never,
I cannot find the light.	

Vile beings in the night,	
tormenting us to complete insanity,	
Do you see the end in sight.

We're told its our imagination that makes us fright,
But we are cast into the darkness alone,	
I cannot find the light.

This trepidation clouding what is wrong or right,	
surrounded by fear, doubt, and abnormality,
Do you see the end in sight.	

Even though I push and try with all of my might,	
This life has cast a shadow upon me,	
I cannot find the light

I remain a creature of the night,
for I know nothing more.
Do you see the end in sight,	
because I cannot find the light.

Copyright © Bruce Otvos | Year Posted 2011



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Absence of Strength

I have lived through something so malevolent to love as hatred. I swim through this sea of
lukewarm agony. I crash upon the brutal jetty's of devotion's failure. It is simply
impossible to explain to you the shortness of breath I am constantly feeling, for your
love to me is as crucial as air, without it I am doomed to suffocation and suffering.
Truer to life than change is constant, this lingering reality in my mind is forever
condemned to a fictitious abnormality in your eyes...I am forever the Ghost of our endless
affection, but the effect of our love has left me a Ghost

Copyright © Bruce Otvos | Year Posted 2011

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With Daggers Through Her Heart She Cries

It never stops raining. With daggers sewn through her heart she cries. Filled with
confusion she cries. "No one can help me until I can help myself. And I can't help
myself." Frozen throughout, exposing broken skin. One week, one more week. She can't take
anymore burning in her mind. "Why can't I sever your head, why can't I sever your memory?"
The image burned through her eyes has made it on to the mirror. Broken glass reflecting on
the shards of the past. Force fed memories walking on tacks, please pull the knife fight
out of my back and I'll pull the knife out of yours. "You can't stop the rain", she says.
"You can't stop the rain"

Copyright © Bruce Otvos | Year Posted 2011


Book: Shattered Sighs