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Tourniquet



I watch the rain pelt my window pane,

Eerily cold.

Like the rattle of a dying man's breath.

And from the shelter of a memory,

From long, long ago,

I raise a toast to the vestige of our health.



I watch the decay of a love in the grave,

It turns to dust.

Crumbling like a sandcastle in a wave,

Show's the face of neglect, in retrospect,

Hindsight's ghost.

Too mysteriously vague to be saved.



A dark mist crawls among my thoughts,

Stealthily creeping,

Cautiously awakening the skeletons.

And the past becomes the present again,

Silently teasing,

Constantly provoking my emotions.



So I will weep for you this one last time,

My solemn tears.

A performance of sombre melancholy,

To sink my spirit in a pit of depression.

To fuel my fears,

And feed the persistant angst of my folly.



I bear the marks and I bear the scars

Of a broken heart,

And I bleed the blood of poison through my veins.

It seeps through my flesh like porous stigmata,

Tearing me apart.

The rope acts as a tourniquet. My skin turns grey!



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NoctusAngelusProcella
14:52 Oct 26 2011

the demise of love such a lovely muse. well penned

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Thoughts Of You



Like a whisper on the wind

I hear your voice say my name,

I look all around me,

But already, you are gone,

To melt back into the shadows

Like a thought of deja vu.

This isn't the first time

I've been lost in thoughts of you.



I hear you speak to me

From a flickering tongue of candlelight,

Hypnotised by it's dancing flame,

I await your return tonight.

For I know you will return to me,

As you always do,

To tantalise and tease me,

When I'm lost in thoughts of you.



Sometimes I can see you

Through the opaqueness of a veil,

When your transparent shadow

Offers to reveal itself.

But it lasts no more than a moment,

This episode from my youth.

A fleeting glympse of yesterday,

Brought on by thoughts of you.



I hear the swish of flowing dress

As a cold air passes through me,

Creeping up and down my spine,

In the form of haunting memories.

I can almost taste your presence,

Your scent lingers in my room

Like a sweet pagan elixer.

Insistant thoughts of you.



I never did believe in ghosts,

But now I'm not so sure,

How else can I explain your calling,

From beyond my ouija board?

You have spoken through the letters,

The signs and symbols too,

They all seem to be alluding

To the same strange thoughts of you.



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Silicone Chipped



I am disconnected,

This wire is no longer live,

I have been dissected,

I'm all cut up inside.

I feel like an experiment

Pickled in a jar,

As laboratory assistants

Pick away at my heart.

Strapped inside a jacket,

I can barely move.

Wish they'd hook me to the socket

And get it over with.



White coated scientists

Are probing in my brain,

They ask so many questions,

They're driving me insane,

They prick me with needles,

Steal away my blood,

They say it's just for samples

Of my D.N.A. soup,

That my genetic makeup

Must be altered to accord.

That my body needs a shake up,

By order of their Lord.



Black clad guardsmen

stand outside my cell door,

My eyes can't avoid them,

I'm trapped within their stare

From behind mirrored sunglasses,

Behind determined jaws,

Drooling thick molasses

Of saliva to the floor.

I fear another beating

From these psycho sycophants,

Whose flattering self-seeking,

Entertains the man!



Sometimes I dream of freedom,

Of breathing cool fresh air,

These dreams I always welcome,

They put hope in front of fear.

But most times I have nightmares

Within a web of wires,

Connecting me to nowhere,

But rooted in my mire,

Held fast by electrodes,

That sneak into my mind

And stimulate my hormones,

To become one of their kind.



Progression is an instinct,

Survival of the strong.

The weak fall by the wayside,-

That's how the world goes on.

Brainwashed by propaganda,

Our freedom is controlled,

Conform to there agenda,

And let them steal your soul.

I feel I have been programed,

Automated for the state,

To do exactly what they want,-

They have silicone chipped my fate!



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Wardance



Another journal, another quote,

Another careless whisper,

More loveless words are spoke,

Of heated rage and anger.

We seem to argue all the time,

When did we lose the romance?

We used to moon together,

Now we do the wardance.



I looked inside your diary,

And read the quotes wrote down,

Of how you no longer loved me,

I'm just that thing you drag around

To tea parties and soirees,

To entertain your friends.

Smiling for their cameras,

So you can carry on with the pretence.



I looked out of my window today

And watched the rain roll down the glass,

Like the tears that roll down my face,

Running fast, so very fast,

Like a river to the ocean,

Deep and cold and dark.

So inviting to my emotions,

So enticing to my broken heart.



Another fight is looming,

I can taste it in the air,

It's stale, putrid and squalid,

Thick with agitated fear!

And as you dance your wardance,

I lose myself in the red mist.

How I wish that you'd leave here

And spontaneously combust!



Just fuck off or go away,

To another place, another time,

As far as the laws of physics will allow!

Stop playing with my mind!

You morally corrupted reprobate,

You never cared for me,

So fade, you fuck, into the shadows,

Just die and leave me be!



Oh my Lord, what have I done?

Did I really peirce your heart?

Where did all this blood come from?

Why won't you say a word?

Don't just lie there motionless!

Wake up from your trance!

Dance with me, my sweetest love,

Dance with me the wardance!



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She Arose Beneath A Midnight Moon



She arose beneath a midnight moon,

To inhale the atmosphere of sorrow,

A breath of wind, a melancholy cold,

Shivered up and down her marrow,

And a lack of undestanding

Threatened to steal tomorrow.



She was lost in the darkness of despair,

Trying to make sense of her misery,

How can she feel such profound sadness,

When she was so happy only yesterday?

She is wishing now she'd never met him.

Then he would never have gone away.



Beneath a pale slither of moonbeam,

That showed her the direction to take,

She walked alone, the winding road

That would lead her to the frozen lake,

The place where they used to steal a kiss.

She thought of him, every step of the way.



And her heart did beat like thunder

As she neared that very place,

She wore the dress she'd worn that night,

It blew again on the midnight breeze,

And she tasted the salt again,-

Of the tears that smeared her face.



And like the haunting of a memory,

All her fears came flooding back.

On black ice he lost control,

And left the winding track,

To hurtle down the hillside.

And again, she heard the ice crack!



She heard the beating wings of ravens

As they flew away in fright,

She heard a girl's terrified screams,

And felt the awesome fear of her plight.

Then suddenly she was standing alone

In the still and silent night.



Through swirls of mist, she walked on,

Beckoned by the icy cold,

And did curiosity killed the cat?

That's a truth she'd never know,

But she had to find out who it was this night,

That stole her boyfriends soul!



Then she saw the car, still sinking,

And she knew that he was dead,

But who was in it with him,

Where she should have been instead,

And then she saw that terrified face,

It filled her heart with dread!



She stood there, alone and confused,

Fighting for a breath,

Suffocating in the rancid air,

Choking on the smell of death.

Her heart sank then and she fell to her knees.

So this is what it's like being dead?



An endless real played over again,

The endless fear, the endless pain,

The continuous tears of misery,

The sorrow of impending doom.

As the sun kissed the horizon good night,

She arose beneath a midnight moon!



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The Dead Travel Fast



The dead travel fast,

We only buried you yesterday.

I knew you'd be restless,

I knew you'd come back to see me.

Sit down my dead friend

And pour out your thoughts to me,

You look pale, are you ok?

Are you lost in a memory?

You never gave me time to miss you,

Nor time to dry my tears,

But I'm so glad you have come back home,

Your presence allays my fears.



It's so good to see you again,

But why do you just stare blankly?

You haven't uttered a single word to me,

Don't you recognise me?

We've been friends since we were kids,

We went to school together,

We drank in the same pub,

Faced the same stormy weather.

Oh how I laugh when I remember

How we used to tease the girls.

Did you know you married my secret lover?

Yeh man! She was a belle!



You don't mind me telling you this?

After all, your life is through,

You are merely an apparition,

What pain can it possibly cause you?

Wait there while I get another whisky,

And I'll raise a toast to old pals,

I have so much more to tell you,

And you'll laugh when I talk about Belle.

Why are you staring at me?

Your eyes look frightningly black,

Please stop pressing on my chest,

I think I'm having a heart attack!



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Mystic Rose



Oh perfect love, I bring a gift,

From the garden of the mystic rose,

Upon a thorn my finger bled,

To show you where my passion flows.

Soft velvet petal kissed your lips,

Of ruby red, a perfect match,

The sweet smell of the rose's breath,

Lingers in the air, to catch.



A daisy chain of fallen stars,

I place around your neck, so pure,

A look of wonder on your face,

Your eyes fill up with happy tears,

I adorn your hair with the pure red rose,

A token of my heart's desire,

So radiant is your perfect prose,

It sets my soul on fire.



I pluck a dream of purest love,

Contented in it's melody,

It plays it's tune upon your heart,

To serenade my love for thee.

I kiss you now, upon your lips,

A kiss of passionate repose,

I confide in you the love I have,

Within the gift of this mystic rose.



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Requiem



I am writing my requiem,

My final song, my last request,

As the immortality of my youth slowly fades.

You can turn the pages to see what my future holds,

How I wish you'd turn them backwards,

Maybe then I will find a happy ending!



I do not fear death,

I am more afraid to live with such painful memories.

The death knell of my dreams rings in my ears,

Like the white noise of constant torment,

Haunted by deep regret.

How I wish I could just fade away!



And yet, I do not feel remorseful,

I do not regret what I done to you,

After all, I only retaliated.

I was defending the honour of love,

You were the aggressor, the agitater,

The uncommon denominator!



But I'm aging now, I'm aging fast,

Withering away, turning quickly to dust,

Forty months of history destroyed in moments.

No time to reflect on the past,

No point planning a future,

This pheonix shall never rise from the ashes!



Bury me profoundly deep,

Let the cold earth hide my misery,

And please leave my epitaph unknown.

I never asked for praise or worship,

Nor do I ask anyone to grieve,

I remember everything, no need to remember me!



borloff

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XSerbianCrazyGirlX
23:07 Jul 01 2011

love it

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Victim



I hope that you enjoyed the prom,

As time for you is running thin,

There's an angel standing in the sun,

he's calling you to join him.

Say your prayers, stare your stare

Down the barrel of a loaded gun,

It's time for you to make your way back home!



There's no use trying to avoid it,

Death, he holds no compromise,

Please don't ask so many questions,

It's not for you to criticise,

Fate is fate, it's too late

To ask the Lord for his mercy,

Take the angel's hand and fly away!



Life's a mere illusion anyway,

Reality does not live here.

Go with the angel to the other side,

There is nothing there for you to fear,

Lick your wounds, heal your bones,

The talking dog whispered your name,

Told David to let the angel take you home!



Despite their frantic efforts,

They could not save your mortal soul,

They could never match the power

Of a bulldog forty-four.

Son of Sam, shake his hand,

He blew your mind out in a car,

To send your soul to soar among the stars!



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Angelus
18:12 Jul 01 2011

well... I like this piece.

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