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The Beginning Of The EndTurning around to face the silence
Is this awkward and feeble delectation
Truly grateful is this moment
For a brief break from the daily pains
The first in a series of moments
Signifying the beginning of the end
This hole where you used to be
Will surely leave a scar
I feel myself evolving
I feel myself revolving
To not feel you always prodding
Is a vacation that I welcome
Breathing in to my fullest
I waken to embrace this change
I will no longer dwell on our past
I will no longer let you hurt me
The scab is now aloud to form
As you have not picked the wound for days
The scar will soon take shape
And I can go on living…
Talking To The MoonI have come to you, moon
In search of answers
Your source is bright and endless
It brings out our hope and reason
Why are we here?
Does the answer really matter?
Should the truth be told
Will we want to hear it?
Clear your mind of a conscience
And you will come to find
That we are all united
And capable of all that's conceivable
Piercing through the walls
Shattering this comfort
Screaming in our ears
Words cloud our heads
Yet nothing can be said
The so-called "awkward silence"
Can make us so confused
This silence can't be good
Yet it seems so necessary…
Heaven DescendingDrown your sorrows
Pierce the skies
Transcend your atmosphere
Of fleeting chances
Give birth to a new day
Pick up your sun
Cast its warmth
Betwixt the ages
Harboring this new found joy
Is a cage filled with molten brimstone
Soon to thrust this delectation
Plundering nearly 100 Celsius degrees
Threatening existence is the smell of sulfur
Loud cries of carrots,
Foreseeing their pending dooms,
Fill the thick, sultry air
An echo of resentment stinging within
Thrice the vision of a bitter end
A silent request for this ride to exhaust
But only to mount at the start again…
The Biggest MistakeLike your cross I will burn
Smothering hatred in my wake
Feeling the absence of reason
I reach for the end
Why do I pursue this?
What good can I get from this?
You will only hurt me again
You appear void of remorse
Am I foolish to think I can change you?
Are you willing to be changed?
All my time put in
Seems all my time is wasted
You fucked me so hard
You virtually killed me with the mere shockwave
You fucked me so hard
Needless to say you killed me with the explosion
Do you feel anything inside?
Is there any sense of compassion within you?
Am I just another victim?
One more sacrifice in the making…
This is my last attempt to meet you half way
This is your last chance to fuck me
Will you be faithful?
Or take this chance and run?
I am giving you this chance
Am I to blame then for this tragedy?
Bring the needles down upon me again
And you had better run like hell!
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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