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Ito Mar 2014
Old memories are like ghosts that haunt you,
No one can resist it but it's true.
Pacify the past with the present,
forget the present with the past,
the unrelenting future torment that I ask.

If there is a past, present and future...
gaps in time must exist like a suture.
You get the deal?
Nothing is real.
No one knows anything at birth or death.

Your thoughts finally materialize,
as you realize:
time has little pity,
sure you were pretty,
memories are fragments of time that are witty.
Stanza #1:  Ghosts resist past/present/future (memories always come back)
Stanza #2:  Future time deal real death (morbid but self-explanatory)
Stanza #3:  Finally you pity pretty memories (You will never get back time)
Ito Mar 2014
I gazed into Pandora's Box,
went blind from the clocks.
Would you dare do what I did?
I was just a kid...
No warning for the mourning of my innocence.

No mortal should ever view,
I will never be free... this, I knew.
I could not flee this time.
I left my sanity on the shelf,
I committed a crime unto thyself.

Heed my warning:
RUN RUN RUN!
Knowledge is not fun,
Locked in a tower of misery for eternity.

If you thirst,
do as you must,
you have been warned!
~Ito
An artifact in Greek mythology given to Pandora which contained all of the evils of the world.  

Metaphor:  With today's technology it is possible to know all of evils of the world if you choose to do so.
Ito Mar 2014
You* never made me *feel safe,
left me out in the street like a waif!
Receiving nothing but abuse...
you must have felt like Zeus!
All I ever wanted was a truce.

YOU always scavenge through my past,
sure it was a blast,
you should have just asked...
I protect you from the truth,
I'm just another wasted youth.

YOU just had to know,
it was the lowest blow.
I will never be the same...
I drank all of the blame,
surely you have no shame to maim.
Yes she exists.  Hidden message in italics:
1st stanza: All of the relationship was abuse
2nd stanza: I told her all of my past.
3rd stanza: Personifying hate as a prideful person I know.
Ito Mar 2014
I've always asked myself:
Will I grow up to be a good person?
Or will my condition worsen?
Will I ever know?
What is it like to grow up though?

Now I tell myself:
Trapped in this body,
I feel so gaudy,
I wish to disembody,
I feel so *****.

I will ask myself:
Did I live enough time?
Was I ever in my prime?
Am I even worth a dime?
And so I rhyme...

Only time can tell who I become,
Yesterday,
Today,
Tomorrow and **Forever
.
Ito Mar 2014
Winter stopped hearts in all parts,
cold shoulders topped the charts!
It's as if the world stood still forever,
someone hit the lever.
Water had never been so clever.

Ice, a master of chaos on the roads!
Cars changed into curling stones,
shovels became part of your bones,
animals transformed into statues,
eyes could not shed a tear.

Salt flees from your tears,
thoughts shrouded in fears.
An eternal winter so brutal,
it crystallized people's very existence,
icy souls now reside in Chicago.
The most brutal Winter of my life.  3.14.2014
Ito Mar 2014
Rotting* flesh in the night,
your eyes resonate a dead light,
Your soul vanishes at the sight!
The scars in your black heart will never mend.
The venom you inject through your friend,
turns into a trend.

Love converts to hate,
false innocence turns to vengeance,
beauty fathoms conscience,
purity transforms to perversity,
after all it's only diversity.
As the suns flee you run into Hell's Arms.

***, drugs and lies are still cool while you're dead too!
Pleasure is the harbinger of eternal pain,
forsaken ever since birth...
your predestined soul now has initials and a stain,
The Devil got cheated with your worthless soul,
unquenchable thirst for victory.

No longer in control of your will!
A high bill that takes skill!
Well you longed for it now bawl!
Crawl as you continue to fall!
Death is the prize!

No rest for the wicked,
no rest for the insane,
no rest for the haunted.
Only the dead rest.

This world belongs to the Devil...
How do I know?
Do you want to meet him?
Just stare at the eternal emptiness in my eyes...
he surely visits often.
If there's a stairway to heaven, then there must be a slide to Hell.  Hidden messages in italics.

Stanza #1:  Rotting light vanishes in your trend (Light refers to purity of heart and trend refers to society)
Stanza #2:  Love, innocence, beauty, purity, all flee (everything is temporary)
Stanza #3:  Eternal birth initials with victory  (people have the ability to do good or bad as long as they feel good)
Stanza #4:  No skill now to death (No one gets out of life alive)
Stanza #6:  I want eternal visits (Morbid sarcasm)
Ito Mar 2014
I,
a *daemon
,
lurking *in
the shadows of life.
Married to eternal strife...
I broke the shackles again...
only to come crawling back to pain.

Misery,
A dark beauty, the most jealous of them all!
I heed to the call.
She forebodes insanity and pain,
I have nothing to gain,
somehow I'm still sane.
Hidden message in italics.
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