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michael-16
I am alone, lost within an empire of ambiguity surrounded by seas of turmoil an island of fear battered by waves of hate its beauty-no more, covered with filth. lost am I among the dead? craving for love but fed hate long for a peace that's all but late consumed by sorrow. brought into a world full of greed I am the fallen, never to be freed condemned for eternity,-my life,-the original sin. the scars I carry from battles old, never to be sealed. forever seeping the blood of fake bliss poisoned by spite. the demons of the past lurk in the shadows of my mind waiting to appear; ****** am I to wander aimlessly through a nightmare recurring? A window of hope is all but gone blackened by drought and disease. I have fallen- doomed to love eternal hate.
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Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 1:54 PM UTC
Fallen
At my darkest hour Cursing my breathing I slid from the bed, sweat heavy on the brow struggling for breath. I mustered my strength, Crawled to the door Mind racing, Dazed through an internal maze, For what seemed an eternity. I lay on that cold floor, reminiscing of past deeds done, And of the chains that bind me. My soul numbed, As I stare into an abyss. I cursed and swore while staring at that door, How death was cheated from me. My planned escape from my mortal cage Failed that morning.
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Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 1:51 PM UTC
Chains that Bind
From when I first awake, Till when I close my eyes. The first thought is of you, Holding me close by. I dream of your touch I long for your taste, Your silken skin and warm embrace. Burning passions never-ending, Keep lit the souls hearth. Embers flaring. a deep shade of red Sparks ignite, Full of carnal delights.
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Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 1:46 PM UTC
Passion
Tears tainted by innocence lost, A deep rift etched by sorrow laid bare, Primal memory painted in the hidden recess of one's mind, Time lapses, the past echoes throughout the present. Happiness is a mere mirror of truth. beholding a skewered reflection. While the void grasps and holds you dear, Like an accursed lover, Bound by fear.
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Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 7:53 PM UTC
The Void