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SilhouetteMarquis Junior Member
since 2008-02-07
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Glimmering in hallowed halls Stands silent candles, swaying forth By winds of terror, winds of silence Winds of frigid origins, north This hard-lined spell from far beyond What mortal minds may urge to grasp Pure evil is this stabbing breath As we take our final gasp. This plague is, sadly, kept repeating their murmured hearts, a solemn beating These aware and constant thoughts depleting For what could be at stake? Welcoming and greeting 2 paths en route a' meeting A certainty of death for those awake. But as souls can be uncertain, and close the final curtain, Embracing at the coming of the gates A noose, a slit above the chest A gunshot wound, the second best to cyanide, for instant rest Diffusion of this so-called savior's bane. When those in doubt shall take it's test A fate to feel, dammed or blessed. A dormant soul, for one to wrest The flesh now soaked with sorrowed, somber rain But for those in fitful slumber still A lack of light at the windowsill Emotions beat at forceful will Witnessing of life gone nil Induce the sudden urge to cause this unencumbered pain and the emptiness, not one to fill the end result, a scream so shrill a cause for these unspoken words, the lonesome feeling's reign. No need for them to try, For life is like a box of chocolates with a diabetic death o'er a lie Ignorance comes too late for some, By daunted bliss or empty sorrow Inglory of this fate they seek But all of those we have to borrow Intrusive words to silent beings Comatose, without their wings Never said, to those who speak, Will surely kill tomorrow. And these withheld emotions act as guns with the safeties never on. Extruding bullets pierce this heart But these words are never gone. Shards of lead can be removed But words, forever here. Bleedings how the body cleans, But this soul is never clear A mess, two sounds, rampaging crowds As the heart's arrested beating Witnesses to this attest Stand at the two paths meeting To choose the right With the controversy's heating To better life for themselves... their families... and true love's royal seating (Only greed, as sums and debts impeding) But as of one who deepens, as of one that dwells They will surely find themselves At the greeting or the damning of the gates. |
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