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  Dec 2015 Evelyn Silver
Ryan Galloway
Eternity
The color of her hair
The way in which her eyes search the air
For the invisible cogs of the galaxies
Moving in sync
With the machinery within
She shares a heartbeat with me
And the movement of the stars
The intermingling between the bodies of the seas
Parallels ours
Oh how your eyes mirror
Such magnificent things
And how I desire to see
Your world through these lenses
For eternity, or today,
Whichever comes first
Evelyn Silver Dec 2015
The madness, the darkness has come seeping in,
once again I am burdened with my sin,
The thoughts, they swirl in a crazed tempo,
beating against my skull with the desperate fury of a dying heart.

I am drowning under a tide of pensive dispair,
Struggling to even gasp for air,
Oh! I lament my own awareness,
my jealousy is reserved for the blind.

Surely, I must be mad!
How could I not be with such anguish I am clad,
One true question remains.
Will I fade, implode, or explode with such force as to devastate my own?

Run! My darkness is no longer a flame lazing,
but an inferno blazing,
We all have our afflictions, mine is thought.
Evelyn Silver Dec 2015
My head, my heart, they are empty,
producing, containing nothing.
Yet, they are stuffed to the max,
flooding with thoughts, emotions, worries, hopes.
How can one be so empty, yet so full?
I am a ghost existing,
alive and dead in this twisted world.
They drain us of vitality and fill us with emptiness.
We are the lost.
Don’t bother looking for us,
we are already gone, found.

— The End —