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by Primal Author IconMail Icon
Rated: E · Poetry · Romance/Love · #1385626
Another poem, of something of another spectrum. It's hard..sometimes.
Back again, in this hole I call a heart. Staring at it's pumping brilliance. Watching it spill terror from deep incisions

They are so deep, so very deep. Like the eyes that stare from the deep blackened pits of those lost eyes. I crouch in our silence, and scream in utter turmoil.

I can't pry myself from this pity, as I am stuck, glued to your nature, your force, the force that binds me to that translucent soul.

A soul created from paper thin dreams, constructed from fabricated memories. Oh, but I remember, I remember us. But that was a shallow lie, a lie that I had planted, planted and harvested, watched.

What if I were to sit here and bleed, let it all bleed out onto the floor. Let it puddle around my broken form. My broken mind, my bleeding decrepit soul, empty as forgotten glass.

Our emotions lie in cradled plastic coffins. Dead to us, and dead to others. They don't know my struggle, they only see the massacred visions of what I have become. You, you have driven me to a masqued wanderer.

Feeling as if the journey has been so long, so tired. But as I stare... stare at you, I just berserk in my own sense. How do you just stare with that blank wall. The wall that i fail to climb, to make through, to break.

My eyes bleed, they drip sanity, and mix with my loss. So far from my grasp, I can barely breath any longer. Choking on my own sympathy. These mutilated horrors are no longer appropriate for the virgin eyes of those around me.

You have corrupted every center of happiness, tainted my spirit with a blackened droplet of acid. I reach for it, and addicted, I swallow it's resonating taste. I feel it burning, so deep, so deep within the ancient tombs of another odyssey. Scream, tearing eyes from blank galaxies. Ripping all the pretty from a masterpiece.

I can't follow this path, this twisting malignance. I will fall from it's steep edges, and the cold waters will capture me. And I will sink, and like a lost treasure..fade away.
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