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Thirteen

There was a time when the trees seemed taller,
A time when the grass seemed greener and the colors brighter.

A time when the sky seemed like an everlasting blue,
Where the clouds seemed to take on countless different shapes,
Each representing a different corner of my imagination.

A time when the ocean seemed warm and welcoming and in no way dangerous,
The tides of time had not yet swept me off my feet.

In fact everything was harmless,
A sprawling landscape full of oddities and endless adventures.

My God it was so easy to be taken by wonder and amazement,
For everything was new and waiting to be experienced.

It was a time when I felt safe and protected,
Nothing or no one could do me harm.

I was a product of my environment and for that I am truly grateful,
But where there is joy there is pain.
Where there is happiness there is melancholy.
There is now an infinite and unavoidable sadness to it all.

A darkness had found its way inside me,
Burrowing itself deep within my soul.

I guess my innocence had died with my shattered dreams long ago.

It did not happen suddenly or forcefully,
There was no particular time or dehumanizing event.
No agonizing terror or inconceivable folly,
No not at all.

In fact it seemed to have happened gradually...
Slowly, minute by minute, piece by piece,
My innocence and youth were stripped away.

Something dark had hi-jacked my consciousness,
Something evil had taken the wheel.

With each new dose of reality I began my inevitable path to manhood,
With time I had succumb to the realization that life is cruel and death is imminent.

I now believe there is no good left in the world,
That there is no act truly genuine.
People are driven by their own desire for self-fulfillment,
People are fake.

There is a darkness lurking in everyone waiting to claw its way out...

With this realization I decided to give up my dreams and mold into some sort of apparition,
A shadow of my former self.

My guess is a part of me died when the clock struck thirteen...

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8 Legged Freak

I don't think it's just a nightmare,
Gradually I've succumb to fear.
For the spiderman has come tonight,
To take all that I hold dear.

His hairy legs extend their grasp,
And suddenly I'm mesmerized.
For no matter which way, his monstrous fangs,
Burrow its venom deep inside.

The spiderman has come tonight,
Or maybe they're just foolish dreams.
But it really doesn't matter what I think,
For reality has burst at the seams.

An intricate web so craftfully designed,
For no other purpose but to feed.
A frightening feature and ghastly creature,
There is no doubt he'll do the deed.

The 8 legged freak has come for me...

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The Vision: a Hallucination

My pain is constant and buried deep within my bones,
And in this darkness I am left alone.
The cartilage throbs and ceases to remain,
Yet I'm left in the silence with my pain.

And where water and trees once covered the land,
I saw desert unending amidst the sand.
A vision so real it resembled a time,
Where nothing but barren was left outside.

Where children felt pure and flew their kites,
I saw a crater so devoid of reason and light.
And a land so ridden of any sense of life,
And swallowed so deep within the blackened sky.

Where there was once a sun that gave us day,
I saw a black hole that overcame.
This vision held such a vital truth to me,
That inside my soul I had felt a peace...

It was a painting like this that reflected my life,
A vision so clear buried within my mind.
Yet you may feel my touch and sense my pain,
But my mind is simply somewhere far away.

My personality is as empty as your words.
I am fabricated, dissociated,
I am nothing but an illusion,
A reflection, an abstraction,
Of my sketchy unformed self.

Yet this vision that has overcome my mind,
Describes every last step I've plotted in life.

My lifeless actions and cold clammy skin,
The emptiness that sits within.
And even after an epiphany as this,
The life inside still ceases to exist.

And I gain no deeper knowledge of myself.
There are no subliminations,
There is no evidence of any kind of hidden meaning.
My personality remains vacant, empty, and unoccupied.
Yet I inhabit this human body,
And I share some of the same characteristics as a human being,
Such as flesh, bone, eyes and blood.
But there are no recognizable emotions,
No love, no guilt, no regret.
There is only pain,
A sharp, constant throbbing pain that never leaves my mind.
As if someone had slowly scratched their nails against a chalkboard.
I want this pain to be inflicted upon others,
I want no one to escape.
I want you to suffer in the way I do,
Every-time I wake from this deep, cold, unending nightmare.
I am nothing but an entity.
The sooner you accept this the sooner you will find peace,
In knowing and recognizing that,

I AM NOT THERE

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The Mirror

I am afraid to look in the mirror,
My appearance lately has become ghastly at best.
I've become such an awful sight,
Like some sort of grotesque creature or hellish demon.
In fact I think I am turning into the devil...

I can no longer recognize myself,
My face has become more narrow and my skull has taken on an elongated shape.

My eyes have sunken in almost completely and they have an awful yellow gleam to them,
It's as if I'm some sort of rat.
I may have more in common with vermin or the common scavenger then I would like to admit.

My nails have grown a great length and have begun to curve,
My skin seems to have hardened and taken on the appearance of scales.
And worst, worst of all,
Is not my long crooked nose or the horns protruding from the top of my skull, but the bottom half of my face.

Above my long curved chin is a dark cavernous hole,
A gaping black mass that seems infinitely deep.

It frightens me to say that if I stare for too long I get the feeling as if I'm being swallowed in all my entirety,
As if I'm drowning beneath a black infinite sea.

It's such a horrible feeling that I've avoided the mirror entirely,
But something foul keeps calling my name,
Beckoning me back to the mirror.

There is no doubt in my mind that the metamorphosis is almost complete,
There is a darkness overwhelming my soul and I feel as if it's almost done feeding.

Eventually, I will have to face the horror that has become me,
But for now I pray for someone or something to silence the demonic whispers inside...

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Witness the Void

Silently,
In blackened sea.
Drifting through,
Miraculously.
Wandering,
Through open space.
Experiencing,
The endless haze.
Balancing,
Infinity.
Discovering,
Divinity.
Completely,
Surrounded.
Serenity,
I've found it.
Nostalgia,
Remembering.
Family,
Dismembering.
Memories,
Attachments.
Their faces,
Abandoned.
Identity,
Nationality.
Murdering,
Rationality.
Becoming,
Nothingness.
Remove from me,
I suffer less.
Barriers,
Obstruction.
Witnessing,
Destruction.
Vanquishing,
Factually.
Breathing in,
Apathy.
Disintegrate,
Eruption.
Integrate,
Reduction.
Understanding,
Perception.
Bathing in,
Deception.
Bondage,
Mortality.
Freedom,
Totality.
Enlightenment,
Discovery.
Acceptance,
Recovery.
Spiritually,
Flowering.
A black hole,
Devouring.
Eternity,
The open void.
Learn from thee,
Then destroy.

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The Crow

Echoes in the deepened distance,
Still the voices chatter.
Taken by the wind you were,
And stood the moonlight shattered.
Forever the cold night's blessed call,
And dreams were but forgotten.
I could not find your empty eyes,
So still you lie begotten.

The shadows all but mark the end,
And in the dark it settles.
Murmuring now away from you,
A dance through midnight meadows.
Whispers now are all but black,
And our innocence stands fleeting.
The crow has come to seize the day,
And still we are but dreaming...

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Sinking

Remove from me this darkness that consumes all light,
Replace my shadow with fresh made white.
Analyze my every flaw and clip my dirty wings,
Extend your hand, remove my suffering.

Feel my cold dying breath against your skin,
Pull me under, let me sink back in.
Replace my sorrow with a glimpse of light,
Take my world, make my night...