Sunday, January 08, 2006

A silent Requiem-
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Composed by moxl *mel.

Tired,faint sighs of the winds,
reverberations,slight,so dim,
Surroundings shiver,leaves drifted away,
The night stands still,the mood's on the edge,
Shifting slightly,those prickly bushes,
Hovering,swaying,those conflicting sounds,
So fonder,so familiar,anonymous.

Cranky,the keys of the piano hit it all,
Unknowingly,silence voices out,debates,
Litigated nature declares victory,hello,hello,they scream,they shout,
Yet,harmonious bristles are odd,fidgety hair,as the breeze blows about,
cold,spine-itching,skin drooling of a frozen momentum,life out,
icy explanations,drawn so blatently,so callously,so brute,
every note,screeched into the devil,verbatim.
Crash.

Grumpy,territorial citizens,staring and glaring,flaring and blaring,
yet,only grey can be seen,initials initiated so widely on their faces,
all excerpts inserted,tatooed on them,yet they move without a move,
swinging uncertainly,with no one looking,yet,so stationary,
eyes,nose,hand,mouth,lips,drenched out in the waking cold,
frizzy in the wretching silence,the God of Darkness sets in,
His thunderous roar controls it all,he rules that proportion,
So devouring,so haughty,uproarious,chaos?
Clatter.

Washes away,genuine laughter,soon,it all falls upon,
Glasses seem to shatter,making their entry so definitely,
But none can be seen,no weapon of sanity,insanity?
Trees,struggling to hold their branches,wickedly in the night,
They soar,they whine,they drone on,
Black birds of the flight,
Execution was history,Life's temporary,in the caves of skulls,
underground dungeons,a stench,dead dispositories,lay asleep,
Once more?

The music hangs high in the air,pegs let them go,
The gloomy skies,spirits low,
A silent night,
Alive or dead,spirited or crazed?
Ghosts or ghouls?
They dance and sing,they hum and blink,the life of the party,
As they beat to the music,the silent requiem,professionally ethic,
The night is so beautiful,
the ballroom is filled.
Full;

1:11 PM

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