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The histories of the damned
Contributed by
iodinelove
on
Monday, 19th February 2007 @ 11:18:59 PM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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In great fields
Watch the heather
Die
Everything is
Dying
Watch the winter
Fall
Can you laugh still?
Can you laugh?
Can you
See
The beginning
Rot
I think its
The depression
Thinks its the depression
The depression is a lie
A lie
It is all because of what I see
I have always imagined
Two hallways splitting from
The walls like splays of light
To fill my sight forever
I cannot fit my visions
Into words
They are only a young mans thoughts
A young mans thoughts
A young man
Thought
The world away
And I today
Think
It back again
Back again
Its back again
And
The Emptiness
Succeeds me
There is a restless moment
Before I sleep each night
Knowing the darkness
Knowing that it suffers
Its light for me
It is all broken
The world drinks
The windows of my dreams
Torment rides a thunder
Cresting the mounts
Of my desire
It is all mixed up
Emptiness begins again
Everyday
I waste a page
Provoke my
Own soul
With petty dreams
Desires
And memories
The memories of her tears
And her tears
And her tears
The tears are always the same
It is in the brook of their eyes
As the tears settle upon the banks
Of their silence
That bellows so crudely
In my heart
If it could all be taken back
I could not take it back
The dreams of my sleep
Are the histories
Of the damned
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iodinelove
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Re: The histories of the damned
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