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Apathy A While

Am I awake I can’t be certain. The shades are drawn-I’ve pulled the curtains. Hope flutters from my side. This person I’ve become that precise disguise. A million deaths-Every hour I’ve died. With laughter and wonderment, I desperately cried. In … Continue reading

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Original Sin

We are within. With our original sin. Where can we go? To whom will it show? A Devils device. What we all sacrifice. Isn’t always known to others. This darkness falls and smothers. Me, I’m not alone. In what has … Continue reading

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What Will You Decide

I lay here unwilling. My days have come to a close. You sit there, hoping. Living what you chose. The machines have kept me. Here along with you. Do in what you believe. And all that we knew. Eventually, the … Continue reading

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Immortal In Death

Quartered and beheaded. The grave is readied. I will rise once again. Certain to bring your end. Ran through with a sword. Beaten by the hoard. I will rise forever. To deliver your never. Hung from the noose. My blood … Continue reading

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Goodnight Little Ones

I cherish a life. That yearns for the light. Those minds so innocent. Never to relent. With a child’s hope. The words that are spoke. Forever in wonder. Of knowledge they hunger. For you this, I wish. That you shall … Continue reading

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From Now Till Then

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The Night Becomes

Shadows hovering within sunsets grip. Nothingness in darkness, we slowly slip. To roam the fields without fear. And swallow the visions of what they hold near. Moonlights glow covers the way. One must be-There are rules to obey. With wanting … Continue reading

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