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[title] => Reconstruction
[time] => 2002-09-22 06:20:14
[hometext] => On becoming a brand new man.
[bodytext] => His sanity had seemed to be
So highly overrated Must do this and can’t do that Grew further from his mind Proclivity and levity Not oft articulated Wandered distant from the course That he had left behind Feeling anger bubble up It stripped him bare, yes stripped him bare Leaving strangers in his wake Where once he knew to care To jump at shadows was a waste When he would become the shade Hiding here or lurking there He had devised a way A devil in the brightest place This new man that he had made Leave the light and bring them home And then he’d make them pay Fill his head with thoughts of death But not his own, no not his own Slaughter all the worms of light He’d cleave them to the bone His sanity had seemed to be A mighty weave of fabric Moonlit dreams and nightmare day Unraveled thread by thread Mortality and ecstasy Gave birth to cloth of magic Danger lurked in every stitch And spawned inside his head Up from hell on blackened wings Oh come to me, yes come to me Bring your rancor to the earth And cause the light to flee His sanity then was no more It didn’t seem to matter Fly the moon and burn the sky Destroy and never cease Sanguinity and vanity With crimson in a splatter Taking him to live in Nod The madness ate his peace [comments] => 1 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 13 [informant] => deannajjones [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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