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I wake up in a haze, Dazed, wondering through a fog of People, faces, voices Breath, laughter Clusters of long forgotten memories Opening up those scars That have twice healed over Exposing them once again Bleeding, dark droplets And the dream deepens As the essence flows Through a stained body A stained existence Yearning for self redemption I know not pity To Caress me down Sweet silk decadence A flower known as a child The petals buried deep Into the earth Awakened again When the nostalgia ceases When poison desires are expunged The candle lit When I am free From myself The laughter excavated From the hollows of my soul Memories of a willow, Willow, willow Widowed Though I know not Of a bond of gold And silver, it is love That I know of And it was taken And poisoned With sweet elixirs And gentle caresses Laid to rest Beautiful eyes Beautiful lips Memorized in their extravagance But never known the same As when she closed them Forever lost With distorted memories In a world That I cannot touch With my crumbling hands Left to wonder If those eyes can be seen again, Sweet deity of Venus Golden locks that soothed My troubles I’ll fall asleep Hoping to wake up From this nightmare Of this nothingness And I Will Remember What Love Was
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Dec 27, 2012
Dec 27, 2012 at 11:36 PM UTC
Memories
I wake up in a haze, Dazed, wondering through a fog of People, faces, voices Breath, laughter Clusters of long forgotten memories Opening up those scars That have twice healed over Exposing them once again Bleeding, dark droplets And the dream deepens As the essence flows Through a stained body A stained existence Yearning for self redemption I know not pity To Caress me down Sweet silk decadence A flower known as a child The petals buried deep Into the earth Awakened again When the nostalgia ceases When poison desires are expunged The candle lit When I am free From myself The laughter excavated From the hollows of my soul Memories of a willow, Willow, willow Widowed Though I know not Of a bond of gold And silver, it is love That I know of And it was taken And poisoned With sweet elixirs And gentle caresses Laid to rest Beautiful eyes Beautiful lips Memorized in their extravagance But never known the same As when she closed them Forever lost With distorted memories In a world That I cannot touch With my crumbling hands Left to wonder If those eyes can be seen again, Sweet deity of Venus Golden locks that soothed My troubles I’ll fall asleep Hoping to wake up From this nightmare Of this nothingness And I Will Remember What Love Was
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Dec 27, 2012
Dec 27, 2012 at 11:36 PM UTC
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