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with heavy lids i open my eyes
your gentle hums bring butterflies
i hold you close, bone to bone
together, we are no longer alone
all memories dance in our brains
fascination and obsession pulse through our veins
drifting to sleep, love in my floating heart

your heart beat whispers to which i wake
i smile and turn to see your face
and once again i start to cry
seeing the empty place where you used to lie
Never was I destined to reside in this skin suit
My mind birthed from a distance dwelling
And my heart overgrows it's case
I only wear eyes and ears
But no tongue

My nature is to observe and comfort
For I cannot speak or be seen

What am I, but a tortured being
Far past death
But never past pain
i have seen hell,
and its not what many believe
for the sickening screams and ghastly gore
the melting of men and the definite damnation
are the suffering souls' torment
but no pain comes from the skin
instead they are numb

the mouths are sowed shut and the lungs are collapsed
cannot feel a knife plunged into a head
cannot feel sympathy for those around
no anger or sadness
no happiness or love or hate
the only thing felt is loneliness
completely alone forever

the horror and shrieks come not from pain of the flesh
but from the loneliness of the spirit, heart, and mind
for loneliness is fear, confusion, and hopelessness

only minds can process such
and only hearts can feel such
only souls can remember
these are the instruments with which the screeches come out
for the mouth is sowed shut

most of you might think this is a story, a lie
you have never been alone
for those who know are very few
because most do not survive

alone
it is the worst punishment of all
there is no other that causes greater misery
or reduces man to such madness
I have always been amazed
At the people who turn their heads away from the dead

I feel like its dishonoring
Just as the Father turned His head from His Son

And this is why so many people get broken
By not looking at their loved ones
They don't accept the truth

Holding onto an unreal version of what could've been
Which breaks the heart everytime the veil of fantasy slips away
When the memories are far more happy and true
When I came to
It wasn't the tears
Or the screams and disappointed looks that broke me

It was the fact that I could see
Smell, taste, and hear
It was that I was so close to success
And they weren't supposed to wake me
When I could almost touch death and breath my last breath
All I saw was darkness
Floating in oblivion
Alone in a dark space
The past is blackness
The present is darkness
The future cannot be found
I went numb
My heart froze
Though I still breath
And ever since
I have not escaped
What if our dreams are memories
That we wanted to forget

What if we forgot
So that everyone could forget

We forget not suffer,
But in suffering we forget

The wretched scenes, these morbid means
Are just, but what, these darkly dreams?

But those who see the cryptic key
Unlock the oblique, sadistic spree

Do you remember the first time your heart did freeze?
The first time your body and mind at ease?
As I held out my hand to the glimmering blue
The light absorbed my skin, with a glowing hue
Drifting, where once, darkness was all I knew
Peace of mind, which I could never look to

But the light cast me down, away I flew
Once again I was the Shadow's to subdue
No flicker in my eyes, mind withdrew
I am their's again, for the light was untrue
Then all hell's demons begin to ensue
Remember that Satan is beautiful too
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