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Suburbia's Shadow
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Suburbia's Shadow |
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the quell Member
since 2006-07-19
Posts 144Liverpool, UK 
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A poem about winter nightmares... ~*SUBURBIA'S SHADOW*~ Beneath the veil, it sighs Weightless and elusive, buried in the raven deeps, Of Suburbia's Shadow. The Alien sleeps, so darkly, alone in the waters, You are the core of evil, crouching in another man's soul Another man's world. You are the noose about the neck of this glassy crystal cityscape, The fragile line between beauty and aesthetics Blurring again, smearing like cloud, In the wind of the black apocalypse. The essence of our town hangs, limp, chill, secluded, Soft as the feathered breath Of the dead. The whispers flutter behind shuttered windows And in the velvet folds Of thick curtains. Watch the world-scape wane and wither, Silence speaking volumes, to a deaf and lonely sky. Frozen lilac air, fossilised tinkling notes - piano lilting, pretty silver segments of an ice-glossed heaven, Brushing the solitude so sweetly, caressing weeping streets. Snow gathers upon the lashes of this world, This wonderland. But I...I was never more than a spectre, listening at your door, Poweless as this haunted city season. With its slow and secret smiles, cracking open like a broken bone, Leave me to my arcadia, My hot red chamber at the core of Suburbia's screaming heart, Please, gentle demon, Wake me, nevermore. They aren't flaps; they're my face! |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
quell Writing extremes is very difficult, but you did it well. Enjoyed |
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