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Feb 2013
I take delight from the suffering
dwelling in madness
when driven far from compassion
no light will take away the darkness

There is no quick silent torture beyond the soul
and on to the flesh
Reason falls from trembling lips
on to deaf ears

Burning hate
like love set on fire
passionate to the grave
ashes over the desire

Savored by the cold and sharp
believe in a savior
who will leave you in the dark
to answer your prayers

Feel your heart beating with hope
maybe it's all a dream
but you won't truly awaken
not to a soundless scream

You will see my burning heart
when the day will come
I am the last star
before you see the sun

Is it all a dream or is it real
not knowing the difference between pain and fear
and either way it stings when you can feel
everything you were afraid of reflecting in your tears

I shall call you my dream
you will see me again
not remembering me
as you never do and it will never end
Andrew Owens
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Andrew Owens  Sandpoint Idaho
(Sandpoint Idaho)   
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