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...
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