Reciprical light...00:11 Dec 10 2009
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Red as the deadly sweet rose oozing from my doll like body my life draining as if someone just pulled out the stopper, convulsions set in pulling in the darker feeling of knowing you are alone. Time seems to fly by when you lay sucked into the inevitable and never-ending spiral of death seeing all the wrongs out-weigh the rights sending you straight into a ring of what people call hell. But they do not understand that the pergatory earth which they live is the masked inner ring of sin, desire, hell. The white dress which I wear is no longer recognizable, for it is no longer white but crimson, soaked in the loss of life. This elixer of life is just a torture device used by a maniacal being to make the young suffer in their malcontent, as to what we are we can not see till the darkness in are hearts consume us in a fit of rage in which no one can escape, becoming like everyone else. The people who see what they are becoming realizing the only way to get rid of the monster is to take the force of life back to the immature hell from which it came but realizing the self sacrifice and jumping on a whim to this deed looking back dreaming an unthinkable dream of life with out pain, screaming out to be heard but being silenced with a mere lash of the chimeras claws, dawn disappears into dark and engulfs all, darkness engulfs all light never to let go creeping into every nook and cranny forcing fear and despair into the hearts of millions the murderous prowl of things we can not see and the fear of what we will overcome. Our mind like a sickness protruding through the membrane causing only darkness till blindness is eminent, striving to see but only having darkness, what is this darkness, why does it come for us, and nothing stops it, the coldness of being lonely licking your own wounds bound to the chain of reality which digs deeper than any wound that even eternity can not heal, nothing is living all must die and so are already dead, darkness is in the soul, body, and mind, can not escape it, suffocation, trapped in a coffin struggling for breath, but only getting the thick crimson ooze drowning out all consciousness slowly leaking from the scars of reality reopened by the darkness as sharp as a steel blade stabbing at any attempt of recovery making the wounds fester and bleed.
My god my tourniquet return to me salvation, my wounds cry for the grave my soul crys for deliverance... will i be denied?
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