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Ignorant Ghosts
Contributed by
Joel
on
Saturday, 5th February 2005 @ 01:59:10 PM in AEST
Topic:
ambiguous
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the darnkess of the desloate mansion with me my self and I inside and i cannot remember a day in which there was a thing opposite of darkness which is what i do not know
I do not remember anything but what is now and what is now is darkness and echoes of my silence
the echoes of my silence overpowers the echoes of my sanity
my sanity that i maintain and i remain with reason tact
so with my sanity comes my cowardice of fear
i wish i could lose my sanity and fear nothing
i hear a voice and follow it only to find that that voice is my own, the voice said follow me and you will find me.
i have forgoten to cry i do not feel anything but anxtiosness and loneliness and emtiness
there is nothing but time on my hands but yet i feel as time has stopped for there is no change, when will it end
feeling the halls as to walk with no eyes i stumble down a flight of steps
i feel the pain but death will not come twice
and so i roam the mansion and stay in delusive state
isolated in a place cursed to stay in silence
cursed to wait for judgement
cursed to hear my own voice
and so i found another telling me to follow him and i will find him and so i follow through the hallows of the mansion searching with my hands but i cannot find him
i fear my sanity is getting weaker though im sure if i find someone it will all go away
i am in constant battle for my sanity for they have come to take it away, i cannot fallow anymore its a causeless act my reason tells me.
and so in my delusive state i sit and ponder..
there is no past
there are no memories there is no other place then this and i am the only being in existence, am i God?
there is only here and now silence and darkness
and so if i am god then i must create the opposite of silence the opposite of darkness
but i cannot think of anything other then dark i cannot create anything other then the eternal echo of my silence
and so i close my eyes and nothing changes but the act of closing eyes
there are no dreams only twisted reality of the state of being that i am
i am a ghost cursed to follow my own voice and argue with myself of its authenticity
i do not remember anything but what is now and what is now is darkness and echoes of my silence
and so i choose to murder my sanity and slaughter my dreams and erase my reason from existance..
'one cannot enter a courtroom bearing arms' and so i wait at heavens gate
Copyright ©
Joel
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2005-02-05 13:59:10]
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