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"Follow me, " she said, as she danced through the garden.
Flittering wings and a tinkling laugh,
I followed her, enchanted.
The flowers bloomed as she passed,
The air filling with the scent of spring.
She led me to her garden
and taught me to love again,
He smirked at me, surprised by my sass, even in death.
Death wore a suit, looking every bit the striking businessman.
He held a heavy tome as he read my name, telling me it was not my time.
Leaning in the crook of his arm was the sharp scythe, glimmering faintly.
Death touched my face with his cold hands, his fingers brushing across my delicate lips, and under my chin.
He made me look into his eyes and spoke gently,
"It is not your time. I will see you again, but today is not the day."
A tear ran down my cheek and his icy fingers wiped it away.
Death leaned forward, his presence bringing cold and dread.
With his frosty lips, he tenderly kissed my forehead.
He kissed down my face, leaving a chill with each touch.
Death's mouth met mine as he breathed life back into me.
Everything went dark, and I sat up with a start, alone in my cold bed.
I am a monster.
Whether I was born one,
Or became one does not matter.

I never wanted this.
I hurt myself,
This pain spreading to others.

They want to help me
Or so they say.
I fear them.

I fear them as they fear me.
Their fear surfaces as anger.
A mob at my door to burn me at the stake.

My fear surfaces as pain.
Pain and loneliness.
I shall remain in my castle.

For I am a monster.
I only cause others pain.
It's best if I'm alone.
As
from
this world
I
call
all
and then
just fall
thought
dimension
as I
call
them
like
levels
within
in
the
EARTH
of
time
and
then
tomo­rrow
dreams
of
what
is
now

reality

not
on
my
watch
so
hold on
to
my
hand
as
we
F
A
L
L







D



O



W



N

this
hole
in­
Dimensions.
3D   "-)  P@ul  ?   think about it    >.
Here I am wondering
in the parking lot
we all call the universe
I might, as well be, on the moon
all seams the same to me
as

I


Fall
down
into
the
b         l      a         c         k
hole
of
life

to


be
spat
by
L  i  g   h   t

And here am I W o  n   d    e     r       i         n           g.
While cooking up a storm
I some how manage
to rub lemon in my eye's

well she walking
though the clouds
when I am sad
she comes to me
and burns
my eye's.
Thoughts racing
Faster faster
Until they meet
A beautiful disaster
Open conclusions
Creating an illusion
Vanishing doubt
For a moment
Diffusion
Reality becomes diluted
Dreams are substituted
In order to hear
The world must be muted
Silence
Tune out the violence
Mindlessly thinking
Treading contradictions
To keep from sinking
Ideas constantly interlinking
Forming thoughts
Which is where I'm caught
Trying to decipher what is
From what's not
I lay here in this dark room restless.
No yonder sound than the tick-tock of the clock that mocks my singularity;
my loneliness.
Every rhythmic chyme reminds me of the seconds away from you.
Time spent longing for your warmth:
your presence.
Oh Day, Oh Night.
Why oh day is there not enough time,
and why oh night do you drag on like time itself has ceased?
Because of your lengths, I am separated from my love.
with her I feel complete,
I feel important.
Like every touch is meaningful.
Perfection is in imperfection.
Your scars tell a story.
A story of struggles.
A story of life.
A story of strength.
These lines you write,
a blade as a pen,
have meaning.
They are dangerous,
but so are words.
Share with me what you share with your wrists.
Share your worries.
Your fears.
Your anger.
Your love.
Some secrets deserve to be shared
they told me a few drinks
would help me forget you.
but long after my friends have taken my keys,
there's a burning in the back of my throat
that hasn't left since you did.
(s.j.b)
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