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[aid] => mick
[title] => Part 2: Death ( The Alchemist )
[time] => 2004-06-07 04:03:56
[hometext] => The rest of the poem incorporating Vitreous_Soul's titles, i like this one better
[bodytext] => The alchemist awaits for the perfect moment Perchance tonight, on the eve of the bloodmoon Enter the twilight , to begin his mournful lament The city in a standstill , but it's still too soon In a circle he sat as aquaintances converse In passing perhaps a nod of recognition Misplaced with his peers, he can't seem to immerse Why try to belong when he lacks all ambition It matters not , even if he sincerely tried They couldn't comprehend the opaque within A terminal parasite best left on the outside So with no reluctance he never lets them in Feeling sentimental , memories of things fond In his garden of solace he meandors at peace Till witnessing dim futures in a reflecting pond A well gone dry , closer to meeting his release He experiences a transition alone in his room Gives over to it, out of mind, out of body Like still death , lets the minions consume Coming to completion, this path of apostasy Where are the answers , back when he cared Taught nails and thorns , ticket to absolution Soul graft , allowed himself to be ensnared Undeserving of forgiveness, only retribution Psychomanthium , captured in his fright Wanders around an empty house in vain Muses " what would happen from this height If I throw myself through the windowpane " Anger reflex , just too much to conceal Just a taste , he taunts, knowingly deceived With shaking wrist he gleamed the steel A deeper shade then he would have believed The last sonata he begins to compose Final thoughts, final revision , hour impending The final chapter is approaching a close Cannot have an epilogue without an ending Insignificant in death , as he was in life He cut the brake line and closed his eyes Dead and deceived , but liberated from strife In an unmarked headstone is where he'll lie " I cast no shadow since imprisioned My own silence lonelier then envisioned " [comments] => 5 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 36 [informant] => brigitte7735 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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