Death lives in the dark corners of my soul -
Lulled to sleep with her songs; I find I'm consoled.
A conglomeration of thought eventually collide.
A collision of conflict will be my demise.
I walk through the halls of a stranger's home;
I peer out the windows to a land I don't know.
A little girl stands there - tattered and broken.
She wears the face of a tired old woman.
Live empty carcasses press in on all sides.
Like cannibals they try to eat me alive.
In torment I dance between fantasy and reality
Hazy memories responsible for a fragmented personality.
The little girl runs past me - a ****** sacrifice.
At the hand of her abuser, innocence lost her life.
Sun breaks through the dark visions of night.
Plastic smiles contain all indications of fright.
I see her lying there in a casket of dreams.
A sense of anxious silence careens
Towards the house of denial and an emotionless life,
Survival depends on avoiding the plight
Of repeat behavior - of life being expressed ...
So I open my soul to the solace of death.
She lulls me to sleep with her songs of the night.
This stranger's home seems to fit me just right.
Nov 4, 2010
Nov 4, 2010 at 12:26 PM UTC
Death lives in the dark corners of my soul -
Lulled to sleep with her songs; I find I'm consoled.
A conglomeration of thought eventually collide.
A collision of conflict will be my demise.
I walk through the halls of a stranger's home;
I peer out the windows to a land I don't know.
A little girl stands there - tattered and broken.
She wears the face of a tired old woman.
Live empty carcasses press in on all sides.
Like cannibals they try to eat me alive.
In torment I dance between fantasy and reality
Hazy memories responsible for a fragmented personality.
The little girl runs past me - a ****** sacrifice.
At the hand of her abuser, innocence lost her life.
Sun breaks through the dark visions of night.
Plastic smiles contain all indications of fright.
I see her lying there in a casket of dreams.
A sense of anxious silence careens
Towards the house of denial and an emotionless life,
Survival depends on avoiding the plight
Of repeat behavior - of life being expressed ...
So I open my soul to the solace of death.
She lulls me to sleep with her songs of the night.
This stranger's home seems to fit me just right.
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