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MKC Aug 2010
The black cloud swirls around me,
slowly seeping into every crevice of my body.
Pain? Nothing more is this.
What is to become of me now?
Blood trickling down warm flesh and bone, neatly packaged.
Our world of reality pulsing towards the final end.
Fluttering on the edge of sanity.
Loving all................
Hating all................
Dreams of green and yellow fields,
Shallow pits in the corner of a black desolate plane.
Self mutilation merging into blissful pleasure.
The shrine of emotion is fraying.
Racing minds blurring,
Fading into the fade itself.
Dawn of the forthcoming.
Screaming alone.
Shimmering bursts of bright red walls,
Splattered...............
Decaying helplessly.
I crawl into a slumber,
To which I will never wake.
Spurts of wheezing,
Aching...........
Torn from flapping jaws of the innocent.
Craving nothing but pure,piercing lust.
Sacred amblers of unity entering the empty nothing,
Meandering through the halls of happy smothering.
A life submitting to fear.
You must escape this world,
Once swallowed by hallucinations of yesterday.
copyrighted 2002. I was 17 and very lost in life, love, and practically everything. Enjoy.
Mark Bell Jan 7
Promenade amblers
Ice cream lickers
Life guard savers
Beach ball kickers.
Deck chair sitters
Bikini wearers
Lovely ladies
Summer starers.
Sand castle makers
Fish and chips
For tea
A cuddle on
The ferris wheel
For you and me.
People playing
In the penny arcade
My memories
of summer
Will never fade.

— The End —