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Jun 2013
May infamy strike its curséd name
Maiming, mutilating, mundaning
As my battered body and tattered soul
Struggle to gain a foothold
Grasp at nothing for a breath
And wither with every passing moment

I have wished for solitude
But it was meant to be serene and silent
Not a deafening blare of desolation
I am alone, I am alone
It's me against the devil
And the devil is winning

I can feel his grip tightening on my mind
Idle for too long, yet equally active
The stench of despair curls around my nose
And curdles my blood like aging milk
Lethargic weeping plagues my day
And unmitigated fallacy my nights

We had grown so close, you and I
I could feel the blanket of depression lifting
The fog clearing, the sun shining
But whether it be an appetite for destruction
Or a fear of inevitably deeper attachment
You went away, far far away

You are my sunshine, my goddess
Why must you hide behind the storm?
Banish its painful treachery
Shed the scintillating beauty of your smile
Upon my dreary heart once more
I need your light

But that is only a wish amongst dreams
Has my destiny changed
Or is this the course I was meant to take?
I could care less at this early hour
Because I'm lonely today
This is inspired by the System of a Down song *Lonely Day* which, although that is far from my preferable genre of music, really hits home with me and my lonely soul

Also, I know mundaning is not a word but hey, we all need to craft some words every once in a while right?
Jacobo Raymundo
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Jacobo Raymundo  NC
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