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Accepting the chilling silence of eternal loneliness,
I surrendered to the war against my inner demons.
Ever lasting self misery hovered in my thoughts while
My head hung, face covered in a curtain of hair.
Lachrymal..
A single unseen tear free'd itself,
It trickled gracefully to the tip of my nose
And left me; descending as it glistened in the moonlight
And crashed to the dark soil beneath.
Reminiscence..
My history; filled with exquisite pain,
My memories; burning in luminous flames,
I could not attain tranquility.
I suffered immense doses of apathy,
Forgiveness forever toiled.
I was haunted with invisible scars.
Fists clenched, deflecting compassion,
I imprisoned myself by my own hand,
And I befriended none.
Revival..
Time chose to give me vision for one,
Allowing me to acquire an immortal companionship;
The mist cleared,
Revealing the untouched gates of my being.
My sanctuary of freedom now lies beyond mortality's grasp, Unseen by the human eye, Located beyond the forbidden realm of my core; it is the heart of me.
I surrendered to the war against my inner demons.
Ever lasting self misery hovered in my thoughts while
My head hung, face covered in a curtain of hair.
Lachrymal..
A single unseen tear free'd itself,
It trickled gracefully to the tip of my nose
And left me; descending as it glistened in the moonlight
And crashed to the dark soil beneath.
Reminiscence..
My history; filled with exquisite pain,
My memories; burning in luminous flames,
I could not attain tranquility.
I suffered immense doses of apathy,
Forgiveness forever toiled.
I was haunted with invisible scars.
Fists clenched, deflecting compassion,
I imprisoned myself by my own hand,
And I befriended none.
Revival..
Time chose to give me vision for one,
Allowing me to acquire an immortal companionship;
The mist cleared,
Revealing the untouched gates of my being.
My sanctuary of freedom now lies beyond mortality's grasp, Unseen by the human eye, Located beyond the forbidden realm of my core; it is the heart of me.
Literature
The Angel of Death
At night he comes to me
He lies besides me
Staring in my eyes
With his skin, white as ice
Although he's scary
And known as the reaper
To the contrary
He is a keeper
He makes me remember
Not to be bad
Not to lose my temper
And not to be sad
He makes me remember
the nice times I had
To live my life as happy
And never be mad
He tells me stories
Experiences others had
Makes me realise
My life is rad
When the sun is rising
He goes away
Leaving me wondering
When it'll be my day
Literature
Sanctuary
There is no music playing for this soul to tap
Everything I've learned seems like a long thread that will snap
My discontentment, my loneliness deepens
With the brightness of the advancing spring
Since I am no longer a part of it's joy,
Or the warmth that sunshine ought bring
Every affection is like an aching nerve
Which music has always tended to serve
Passionate cries of imprisoned spirits
send tortured vibrations through me
Books are now barren source of comfort
This empty soul needs more to be free
In stories I search for what reality wont perceive
That there is some truth to the make believe
I can make dream worlds of
Literature
Drowning in Darkness
It dies and doesn't care,
Its done and over with it
Just make it all come undone once more
Take and take
Break it into bits
Suffocate the air
Drown me in my tears
Its done
its dead
Nothing is there to actually reach
It falls to pieces
never reaching its height
And it dies
Waiting for everything to fall apart
Let go
Its done
why do you even cry?
There's nothing but coldness deep inside.
Am I here?
Do I actually hear?
Are the words reality? Or do they simply cry in fear?
and is there anything?
When agony drowns?
Are you even the same?
Your not… and everything changed
It bleeds and cries just suffocating
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A very old one, written probably about one year ago (March 2009).. I did fiddle around with it before posting though, but the main idea is the same..
Apart from how much my writing capabilities have changed, this used to mean something to me.
Apart from how much my writing capabilities have changed, this used to mean something to me.
© 2010 - 2024 enigma-theory
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Love sets us free. We are full of doubts and self-hatred. We feel close to despair and empty inside but love gives us courage to achieve our dreams. An uplifting piece of verse. Nicely done.