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The fires are still burning, the sounds of slow destruction all round this battlefield is quieter now, still but not silent the crackling of flames, the stirring of ashes in the wind sobbing in the distance, almost to far to hear instantly recognizable there was no enemy here, a war raged all the same a screaming brutal conflict of brothers beyond control all that is left now is a broken, barren idea an immolated emptiness I know this field, i know it all to well this is my mind, my soul - the place i return to endlessly there was laughter here, once, i think. I cannot be sure for time, betrayal, loss and pain have made it... made it something else for so long i can no longer remember what it may have been before or if there was a before i must like it here, i feel, this field of empty ashes and dying fires of cooled anger and forgotten grief i must like it here, for i return constantly to surround myself in the freezing, burning contradiction of emptiness I think i do like it here, for i choose not to leave only here can i be immersed in the self immolation the hurts me so.
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May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 3:40 AM UTC
Immolation
The fires are still burning, the sounds of slow destruction all round this battlefield is quieter now, still but not silent the crackling of flames, the stirring of ashes in the wind sobbing in the distance, almost to far to hear instantly recognizable there was no enemy here, a war raged all the same a screaming brutal conflict of brothers beyond control all that is left now is a broken, barren idea an immolated emptiness I know this field, i know it all to well this is my mind, my soul - the place i return to endlessly there was laughter here, once, i think. I cannot be sure for time, betrayal, loss and pain have made it... made it something else for so long i can no longer remember what it may have been before or if there was a before i must like it here, i feel, this field of empty ashes and dying fires of cooled anger and forgotten grief i must like it here, for i return constantly to surround myself in the freezing, burning contradiction of emptiness I think i do like it here, for i choose not to leave only here can i be immersed in the self immolation the hurts me so.
#love#war#hate#fire#pain#battle#longing#suffering#selfharm#emptiness#flame
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May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 3:40 AM UTC
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