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Aug 2010
I can feel this deepening yell fade away in me,
I can hear it calling slowly to me,
"Come hither young one,
one so full of what is to be done."
I come closer,
it draws me slower.
I start to realize this hole in my heart,
everything seems to fall in it and tear it apart.
There is no escape,
I'm trapped inside this fate.
So vaguely wrapped in lies,
that I have weaved around me in ties.
All of these chains of confusion hold me down,
so violently I rip them off and swallow the town.
I lash out at whatever I see and whatever I do,
you'd probably run for the blue.
I emanate the very aura of hatred and sorrow that was put in me,
I just wish the person who did this would see.
I have given them too many chances to live,
time to break down and have Death arrive.
This mask protects what little I have left,
this insanity that I have kept.
Slowly I wake up from this nightmare,
just to see how I'd fare.
I scream in agony and pain,
so faceless yet never sane.
I rip off this piece of me that I kept in my heart,
this piece that has been the same part.
I can barely see the faces of many in fear,
this is never where I wanted to steer.
I close this scene by laying down sobbing,
and with my whole mind throbbing.
What is this I have become,
a monster all in a sum.
All by me.
Andrew Elkins
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