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I close my Eyes

and try to imagine

if, after so much

pain,

I could abandon

my love for you

and live my life

again...

all that comes

to mind

is a memory

of you promising

never to leave...

I look up and

see you waving

at me...



I turn away

and

I close my Eyes

once again...

You and I are alike for

the worst reasons...

the Torture of Our Lives

We share the

depression, loneliness

and suicidal tendencies

most people wouldn't

want to understand

We Suffer for no noble purpose...

and yet We endure...

the more evils We

have to push through

just to make life bearable,

the stronger We are

We wouldn't be what We are

if it weren't for the

Madness...

given a choice

We would choose

the dark path Our

Life is walking on

instead of an offering

of the brightly lit living...

There is No substance in light, but

People are afraid of the Darkness...

We are that Darkness

and We fill it with

more Soul than those

of the light can imagine...

We pulse with a love

for life, overcoming the

Damnation of Our Happiness...

and bound by Our misery and pain...

I love all of You

HURT by the sun...

I quietly weep regained mass

my dry tears... in my unseeing eyes...

the fluids in I clamp down

my body my lids,

no longer able forcing myself

to support to ignore

my leaking orbs... the descent of

scorching sands my tears...

sting my flesh though my mind

as the time wanders aimlessly

lazily shuffles through the horribly negative

along aspects of my existence,

teasing me a single thought

and my view sticks to my concentration

that life like some bloodthirsty

is just one tick,

long, depressing clinging to a meal...

Chore even if my life's

that I'd rather termination is

not have been achieved by my own

assigned... wretched hands,

I gaze skyward what punishment

not to admire inflicted beyond

that careless fireball, the grave

which secretly delights could compare

in frying my retina, with the Personal Hell

but to blink away my tortured soul

the fresh salt-water has painstakingly

collections learned

that have slowly to love... and to hate...