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Feel so far away from something so tangible.
Why is this so concrete?
Can it ever be broken down, resolved.
Never close.
It is always brightest before dusk, at least in my books.
Empty.
Bring me your salvation, you know,
that one you hold closest to your thoughts.
Give me a taste, though I might not stop.
Unity fallen.
Uneven your road, and
strew it with your hate.
Your life. My life? My desperation.
False existence.
Savory lust. Crimson snowflakes, emitted amongst stardust.
Stop me. Live.
Tell me that you’ll disgrace it.
Sometimes… I need just that.
 Greedie_Desperado · Sun May 11, 2008 @ 09:38pm · 0 Comments |
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Whispering alone. Who would of heard me?
Whispering alive. You told me you loved me.
Whispering again Who knew you’d kill me.
Whispering aghast. Should of known you’d bury me.
Whispering alone. You had to of heard me.
Whispering afar. No soul would hear me.
Death was my beginning. My exultance from sorrow.
Loathing my father.
Death was my truth.
Loving thy mother.
Death was my existence.
Embodied? Yes.
Existence. Overrated? No. (Overly hated.)
Eternity? Yes.
Putrid.
Derived from my once rigid soul; I walk again. Something ghastly.
Beautiful.
Embodied? Yes.
Existence. Overrated? No. (Overly hated.)
Eternity? Yes.
Death was my beginning. My exultance from sorrow.
Loathing my lover.
Death was my truth.
Loving thyself.
Death was my existence.
Whispering deafly. Who would of heard me?
Whispering defiantly. You told me you loved me.
Whispering deranged. Who knew dead was so splendid.
Whispering damned. Should I of known?
Whispering deluded. Something seemed amiss.
Whispering dead. Who cares.
Greedie_Desperado · Sun May 11, 2008 @ 09:31pm · 0 Comments |
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Yet another restless slumber. I awaken from such bliss only to realize it was nothing but a passing dream. I find true love, and it’s as if he dies when I awaken, no longer with me, I am alone again.
Greedie_Desperado · Sat Mar 10, 2007 @ 07:40pm · 1 Comments |
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I have such mixed emotions as of lately, some of which seem so drawn out. I don’t know if what I feel is love, or just a temporary fantasy. Would things really get that much easier if I quit? Would I reside to old habits, and turn to makeshift lusts? As of lately I feel that greed and sloth consume me consistently. Why do I feel so foolish when I know what I am is extremely real? I am starting to feel the gravity of that of which I’m not. I tell myself it’s just a phase, but will it ever lift? I tell myself I don’t need love, but if I don’t why do I feel so strongly when I cannot have that which I truly wanted? I cover all my emotions with subtle smiles and make believe laughter, my emotions are starting to leak from that air tight vase. I am afraid of my true feelings, I felt the true pain of hate, and a minor heartbreak. Why do I even express these feelings in words? I cannot. My true feelings are so compacted and when they are forced into words that most likely don’t even have the right meanings, I feel so foolish. This is all gibberish of my soul trying to speak. I feel so empty sometimes, but yet, I feel greedy for feeling empty. I want to fully blossom, but walls are always breaking my delicate petals.
Greedie_Desperado · Fri Mar 09, 2007 @ 07:33pm · 1 Comments |
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