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Grandeur of Truth |
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Wilga Junior Member
since 2006-07-25
Posts 22 |
Sometimes it is worth the introspection to really know one's self. Grandeur of Truth Blindly, cravenly, I entreat the shadows to appear While Whorishly I sit amongst the twisted remains Of the debauchery of my soul, willing all to come and jeer I ache, I seethe, to hold again that from which I must refrain Gratuitously, with spontaneity I am offered a sliver, an insight Before, I am thrown again, agonizingly back to whence I belong Love now for me, is bestialized, subverted, my own pitiful respite Wilfully, longingly, I wonder if I ever can again, be invited along Spinelessly, a coward’s act, I forsake the reality of who I am Uncomely, repelling, a visage which can turn a beating heat to stone Interminable, vapid intellect, defines my inner self, a prosaic sham Unshackled, burdened, free from the lovers embrace, I face myself alone My life lives within my own eternity, its forsaken, abhorrent self Repelling, grotesque, from normal people I hide, I offend by being who I am |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
sometimes though, ignorance is bliss but then again, I understand I did enjoy this write! |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
introspection can be consuming Wilga this is hard hitting good... |
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