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Clawing at an unwanted reflection of an image misconstrued,
Feeling every compound of my existence disintegrating through my fingers.
Again, and again.. A piece of my life deteriorating,
Tainted, poisoned with every acquaintance..
Provoking penetration of my internal demise.
Memoirs forever etched in my flesh,
Like residue from a life I struggle to comprehend as my own.
Every touch; a burn that refrains from healing;
Debris of vermin that tarnished my being,
And altered my reality.
Fortuitously,
Like a wave of divine light on a dim bed of clouds,
Came one who restored my emotions anew;
Cleansing me, driving my scalded heart to remission,
And encapsulating my soul.
My mind now saturated with an aura of irrationality,
My heart set ablaze; the fire barricading every emotion but this.
It cannot be an infatuation, such desires associate not with foolishness!
These desires are too immense, and venture further then the notion of delirium.
No callous hands can emanate this from me now.
Feeling every compound of my existence disintegrating through my fingers.
Again, and again.. A piece of my life deteriorating,
Tainted, poisoned with every acquaintance..
Provoking penetration of my internal demise.
Memoirs forever etched in my flesh,
Like residue from a life I struggle to comprehend as my own.
Every touch; a burn that refrains from healing;
Debris of vermin that tarnished my being,
And altered my reality.
Fortuitously,
Like a wave of divine light on a dim bed of clouds,
Came one who restored my emotions anew;
Cleansing me, driving my scalded heart to remission,
And encapsulating my soul.
My mind now saturated with an aura of irrationality,
My heart set ablaze; the fire barricading every emotion but this.
It cannot be an infatuation, such desires associate not with foolishness!
These desires are too immense, and venture further then the notion of delirium.
No callous hands can emanate this from me now.
Literature
Dolor
I despise the way
I feel when I
don't know if
these words you
speak are real.
My breathing,
heavy, and so
distorted by a
reaction of loss.
I'm only waiting
to die so as to
not bear the brunt
of existence
without hope.
-Brian Shuffett
August 24th, 2010
Literature
Effete
Your silence
beckons me,
pulls me out
of my dream.
There is a
veiled sunset,
yet I cannot
fully grasp
the beauty
you so wish
to portray.
I cannot escape
Death even
as it approaches.
No words form
upon my lips
to cast a curse
in any tongue.
-Brian Shuffett
June 13th, 2010
Literature
Melancholia
I wish for
a day that I
was not pained
by your memory,
a day when I
did not feel
certain death
was upon me.
I search for
any means
of escape,
yet it seems
a feeble attempt
at erasing that
which will never
vanish from the
depths of my mind.
You have
broken me,
and I can
do nothing
more than
crawl at
your feet,
begging you
to release
me from
this mournful
existence.
You deny my
hand and I have
found a way to
reach my end
-Brian Shuffett
June 21st, 2010
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