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LucidityNow Member
since 2001-02-06
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[if you like dark poetry such as this, scroll down and read my last poem 'through feilds of mercilessness', in my eyes it is a masterpeice] Funeral Pyre There are no answers when the question is silence, When your eyes see only the darkness that is eternal, When your dreams are enshrouded by misery, When the tombs lay open wafting forth their miasma, Speak not with thy septic tongue for all it spits is venom, Know only that suffering is life and shadows devour you in death, These shadows dance in your eyes, these shadows become life, Watch as the fire burns, it is the flame of your own funeral pyre, It's tongue reaches now to caress, free to destroy, Your final grin, or is it a grimace when at last your features crumble, Is that you I see, that vision that will not pass, Is this the agony, the emptiness that resides within me, Are you of the nether, lost on winds blown by unknown stars, The stars we can not see, the dark matter before the centuries, Dance now my shadow, dance now to the pyre, For with this life comes death unending and i'm certain that if i drive into those trees, it would make less of a mess, than she's made of me... [This message has been edited by LucidityNow (07-27-2004 07:17 AM).] |
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