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Sleep
Contributed by
p0rnstar
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Thursday, 4th December 2003 @ 09:24:13 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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I'm waking up in a cold sweat the nightmare is a piece of my reality Black cancer eating away my images afraid of my own mortality My heart is bursting through my chest now wide awake I cannot sleep Behind closed eyes I still see the horrific display: the grotesque dance of the dead who weep Hands clenched, frozen in suspended animation floating in disease, my sickness is adversity My limbs drawn and tight still I lie against love and hope I have an immunity What has become of me; this broken shell of a girl I tried to resist being trapped in their conformity Nothing has helped nothing has reached me yet In the dark I grope for my lost and shattered idenity Shadows reach and clawl their way over my black soul Grey swirls of dark clouds evade me as if I have hope after all Toward the light of reason and warmth the darkness recedes Sheets are soaked with sweat and tears, a shadow cast on my wall In and out of sleep the morning dawn approaches the convulsions have subsided leaving me weeping A new day has begun, awaiting the night again to face alone I bear this within, the secret when I am sleeping
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Re: Sleep
(User Rating: 1 ) by Daniela_Maria_Violin on
Friday, 5th December 2003 @ 09:17:51 AM AEST (User
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Wow... very sad and dark but still amazing...
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Re: Sleep
(User Rating: 1 ) by Wachumiri on
Friday, 11th November 2005 @ 08:06:16 AM AEST (User
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But why do the dead weep? Surely not because theymiss life, with all the pain in it. Or maybe now they see it from another point of view...
Anyhow, I liked your poem. Very dark, it made me feel cold when I read it.
Take care.
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