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In To the Darkness |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) 
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Judgement is coming soon all will face it Darkness is here so why not embrace it The pain is one thing I will never know In the darkness I'm doomed to go What does it matter if I cannot feel For in this darkness nothing real On the weak corrupted soul Excessive darkness takes its toll A fires last embers so hard to defend Life is fragile yet is it easy to end Maybe it's better for me anyway I will long for darkness not the day Turning the trip of my insanity It makes its stops but not for me If darkness dosent dig my grave My ending days where madmen rave Will i feel better not having a name Would I feel better if nothingness came While I still live they'll cut me apart And there the darkness running my heart Paranoia bores deep into my soul Darkness enters and fills in the whole But if the pain can be swept away I will long for darkness not the day My mind has broken through the blinding mist I cant even know if I still exist An apparition abruptly appears But I can't see through the bittersweet tears Her wild caged stare makes me realize The mirror reflection caught in her eyes I knew her not but I can feel her love I see in her face what I'm thinking of The woman drifts on but was she there Too much fantasy can be a nightmare I hear a voice say, "I always loved you" Do memories prove experiences true How do I know I'm not losing my mind Is the answer possible to find Confusion forces madness upon men Can I go back if I've never been I've lost hold of my last waning candle And now is gone but for waxed covered handle It looks as if my darkness surrounds me But lo this time the pain has found me There's a trail that leads into the night I knew long ago there'd be no bright light A twisted tree stands in paradise grown My eyes tell me what's not to be known Those barren branches seem productive Simple solutions so seductive A lonely testament to what goes wrong When a dying spirit stands too long I question the times I have forgotten And like the trees fruit inside so rotten Then all is clear the answers revealed What I have held close my shattering shield Full of poison I know I must die So much easier to choose the lie There before me a silhouetted shade Through depths of darkness I see it wade Never i know has such beauty flowed With an air of grace down a damned filled road I find that I am forced to follow In the darkness the path is swallowed But then again I can see the shade And no longer will I be afraid So many places i am led through Familiar faces that I once knew Their mouths gape open and spill one word But in the darkness their voices unheard My heart turns cold I cannot move I demand intentions quickly proved The supernatural need not persuade Into the darkness I follow the shade For a score not another around Silence can be such an unsettling sound Bloody wars fought I never will fight So many wrongs never able to right Dirty child I can see it crying I must pass on as my soul is dying Vision of evil that man has made I would be quite right if not for the shade Seasons change but it is always cold Time must pass I am growing this old Like a lost black sheep behind the shade I knew one day even it would fade In despair the end I grab for its hand My paws are useless but for digging in sand At once I'm human death and its charms I welcome my friend with folded arms End yuh i reposted this if i get too guilty feelin inside iil ask michael to delete it yuh |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
First of all let me say "Ain't no way I'm deleting this one, Walt." Second, let me say you shouldn't feel guilty about such a wonderful poem. Your pain freely flows in your work and is well met here. You, too, have opened my memories. |
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~one voice~ Senior Member
since 1999-07-08
Posts 664Billings, MT USA |
Walt... you bring beauty to depression... I have felt this way so many, many times.... I like this piece a lot!  ------------------ ~onevoice~ "She looked at her life like lines, never-ending, constantly forming, reforming and bending." |
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Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
a good work walt |
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CrAyZeD Junior Member
since 1999-08-03
Posts 45 |
Wow!!!!!! Thats all i could think of sayin |
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