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The sands become my tomb As I lay staring At natures mirror Memories invade my gaze The mirror depicts a face Staring back Is this the face of the man I was? Or the glare of the stonecut man That I've become? Etched from marble Or maybe granite By the horrors it's seen This sandy grave consumes me And my glare turns upward Inflection of this mind begins The mirk above does not churn It does not waver And I realize I'm alone The Vast reflects back at the stonecut Mirroring the emptiness In his eyes and soul The realization of internal emptiness Is deafening in the silent night Has revenge done this to me?
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May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 1:21 AM UTC
Tranquility
The sands become my tomb As I lay staring At natures mirror Memories invade my gaze The mirror depicts a face Staring back Is this the face of the man I was? Or the glare of the stonecut man That I've become? Etched from marble Or maybe granite By the horrors it's seen This sandy grave consumes me And my glare turns upward Inflection of this mind begins The mirk above does not churn It does not waver And I realize I'm alone The Vast reflects back at the stonecut Mirroring the emptiness In his eyes and soul The realization of internal emptiness Is deafening in the silent night Has revenge done this to me?
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jimmy-karnidge
Canadian
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 1:21 AM UTC
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