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The End of Me
Contributed by
jyssvw22
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Monday, 6th June 2005 @ 07:36:20 PM in AEST
Topic:
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Northbound in the summer of yesteryears
The lush prairie land flows like a desert wave
The fork in the road has stabbed, the carcass was run-over
A hit and run accident the driver smoked himself sober
Monuments carved in mountains
In the forms of state owned public parks
Admission is free, after you pay the toll booth guard
The amateurs of the circus who travels in herds
Practice their perverted magic in a tent off in the woods
The sounds they make can not be discerned, while the rapture that participates seems to be brutally absurd
Form and friction that parallel this earth
Literature on a shelf that sits unopened by the youths who choose to be slugs
Warning, this pack does bite, fermenting solicitudes, up all day, and day in, and out,
The ringing bell of the clock tower rings out
From across the room I hear you shout
From across the world
Across this ocean of doubt
Harmonize with me,
Placate this boy in me
The path once not considered
Has entered in, flown in, full blown
And when I feel this alone
A temptation to accelerate
The desire to make sure I am heard
So I annunciate
I let you understand
I decide that you may be able to relate
Yet the sinner in me tell me to turn on the lights
The dark room radiates, in the electricity the sin leaves behind
I am not passionate, I have no need to love something so much
That it may one day not be there
And that to myself
Is the love I provide
For one day
I too will die
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Re: The End of Me
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by hauntedscorp on
Monday, 6th June 2005 @ 08:14:34 PM AEST
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This is kind of like two poems in one...One stuck in the past, one looking to the future...and somewhere in there, intertwined between the two, lies the present. Insightful in an odd sort of way...
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