Saturday, February 25, 2006

Solitude
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Wrote this during E-maths.hehes. XP. -MELz.

On the verge of breaking down,falling apart,breaking into pieces.
Paper cuts,glass shards shattered,blood smears begotten.
A little boy with no eyes,his heart never thought,hands never felt,
Spinning around in circles,lost.
Darkness devoured his little figure,
He fell,he stumbled,smothered with the licking flames,
Burning his insides,extinguishing the passion;
A wretch;

His sister kicked him,a hole in his heart
Mother abandoned him,a space lingering in his desolate air,
Father yelled and tied him up,blisters tattooed him
In school,he walked alone.
At the back of the line,his despondent motion
Freedom of celibacy,stuck in a rut,unresolved,
His steps were small,redefine the footprints
A ruined mark,the dreaded stamp,
Graffitti?

Red marks were all that uncovered his sores,
In exams,he failed.
Blot the walls,disfigure the tolls pressed onto him,
Blood brought forth a new meaning,
An evolution of the faithless
He doubted,unsure.
He falted,unaware,
An irreparable mistake;

It's raining in his spirit,the only thing that feels the depth,
Deeper it pushes through,a never-existing blithe,
Those feelings in a different dimension,shuffled carelessly,
thunder storms blow him past,but he still lives,
Innocent as he might be,his soul is a mix of terror,
a bouquet of recollected scenes,yet only made up of thorns,
As the clock strikes past one,does it reverse?does it stop?
The hindering past,a slot of cruel participation,
Pain never was infamous;
Delightful?

thirty years passed,thirty years gone,
Kicked his son,-a hole in his heart
Abandoned his girlfriend,-a space lingering in her desolate air
Yelled and tied his son up,-blisters tattooed him
A series of events,just like a movie of gore and war,
Blame him,blame the outer,the inner,the distasteful,
You win,you lose,die you will,
You live,you survive,away you go,
Recurrence?

For this is the cycle of the pierced,the pricked,
The abused and the weak,
Devils chased and angels raced,
Against time,they lost,it won,
The invisible mystery,
A diction of the hysterical,
Unknown,blind,deaf,mute,
Deter the senses,you still face the music,
It goes on and on,
The cycle of fantasy and reality;
Spooned into a massive swirl.
Rejected?

12:43 PM

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- The Annual Death Anniversary.
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