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I must be dreaming, I'm driving down the highway. I can't drive anymore, can I? Where am I? Everything is in such a fog. It's daytime..wait.. no, it's night. Everything seems so wrong but that's not important now. I have to race away from this little black dog or it will run in front of me and I won't be able to stop. Why won't you stop chasing the car little doggie? I don't want to hit you! Wait, I know where I am, I'm pulling up to the intersection right in front of the post office, just around the corner from our apartment. It's ok, I'm going home.The car in front of me hits it's brakes, the light turns red, I pull to a stop. Seemingly out of nowhere, the back passenger door flies open, and just hangs there for what seems an eternity. I am just gaping at the door, traffic flying all about me, but everything else at such a standstill. The suspense is going to make my heart explode, and I cup my hands over it so that I can keep it in. If I don't I won't make it. I'm sure of that. After an eternity a hand appears on the door frame and a figure that resembles shadow slithers into the back seat and decidely clasps down their seatbelt. A voice that sounds as though it were belonging to someone who hadn't spoken for years whispers forth, "Take me back where I came from."

Instantly I recall that I have just picked up a customer, and

I begin racing through the streets in my crystal clear taxicab, firmly in fear that I may be fired at any moment if I do not get my fare to their destination in record time. I glance into the backseat only to discover in my astonishment that they are gone, and that the tire on my bike is flat and I am rolling down the hill out of control, straight into the fence my father just fixed.Man I'm in trouble now, it's a good thing I'm asleep and none of this is real. That's what I whisper to myself over and over again as they stand over me blinking their little lights in my eyes.

Sometimes crawling into this bed is like crawling into a prison; a solitary cell that used to be a sanctuary.

There are bars that only I can see, and as pillowed and plush as it may appear; it is cold, hard and barren.

Just as bereft of warmth and comfort as the concreted floor of any dungeon.

In stark contrast of the Paradise it can be; it now bears little resemblance to the refuge it represents when you are here.

When you return, the bars will melt away and I will soon forget the dread with which I covered myself each evening.

Until then, it's back in my cell.

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Angelus
16:05 Aug 24 2011

well cool piece. am seriously likin this.

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LacyLashes
22:08 Aug 24 2011

My husband is currently on the road trucking and will very soon be going overseas. This will be his third deployment since we've been together, and I just kind of summed up a few years of feeling that way into verse. I'm glad it conveyed well. :D

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We're not unlocking doors; we travel through archways.

We're currently learning to tear down the walls now-a-days.

The walls are all lies, and the doors a trap to get caught in them.

The locks delaying the inevitable, self-destructive time bombs.

We tire of self-destruction, the limits are boring.

We're not seeking salvation or forgiveness.

We're striving to be needless of either and without blame through

the merit of our own actions.

Lofty, but it has never been proven impossible.

Both those naughty words. Never AND impossible.

We know we cannot be or do anything that we want.

This is not disappointing. We seek after challenge.

Challenge seems to revolve around being what we already ARE.

We seek to challenge that things are not what they seem.

After all, we seem pretty real to ourselves.

I am as cold and harsh as you are self-destructive and unwilling to change your outlook to find solutions and improve your situation.

I am as unaffectionate and distant as you are unwilling to nurture yourself and find ways to actuate your own contentment.

I am as calculated and cunning as you are committed to being a slave to your disadvantage and addicted to the idea of ignorance.

I am as blunt and unfeeling as you are blissful to make a master of your emotions and common ]policies of indulging in lies to yourself.

I am as intent as you are discontent, and I am simply directing the focus of my energies. I do not expect you follow suit, but I am perplexed at your combativeness when I do this for myself.

(Song Lyrics)



There is food for your soul on the plate before you-won't you eat?

And there is drink for your parched heart-I know you're thirsty.

I keep you warm from without the cold.

I give you shelter from the storm.

What more do you ask of me?

I stand gasping before you-I can't be the air you breath.



I can't take away the World-put back a fairytale.

Can't turn back the hands of time-undo the epic fails.

Can't step into the land of your dreams-magickally set sail.

There is no Sea.

What more do you ask of me?

Can't undo reality.



Why are you content to be so disconcerting?

Why can't your prophecies be self-fulfilling?

Why does your very presence scream unfulfilled need?

Why is it your self-imposed weakness is all that you'll believe?

What more do you ask of me?

I stand gasping before you-I can't be the air you breath.



What more do you ask of me?

I stand dying before you-will you be pleased at last to watch me bleed?

I stand dying before you-will you be pleased at last to watch me bleed?



What more do you ask of me? x4

Sometimes hints aren't enough.

You've got to throw bricks to make your point.

It's not nearly as gentle, and nowhere near graceful.

But I'm seeing it can be effective.

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TheArtistRose
07:28 Aug 06 2011

Throwing bricks out of a car. lol

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Oceanne
20:11 Aug 06 2011

I know what you mean.:)

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vamprincemikeal
16:14 Aug 18 2011

bricks are like cursing, unnecessery yet effective

truth is like a sword takes little to pierce through

knowledge is like a grenade when spoken it can change the world.... so if you wish to get something across to some one you must know what to say for words are very powerfull even in the smallest of our kind....

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Watching eyes roam over you.

You won't know.

What good would the knowledge do?

Would only bring you woe.



Hands twitch to grasp at you.

You don't see.

It can be painful to be close to you.

Hiding in plain sight isn't easy.

I let you see my monster to keep you safe.

I show you it's hideous cruelty and I share with you

it's gaping mouth strewn with horrendous teeth,

and I allow you to see it's sharpened, twisted claws.



I do this because I love you.



I want you to be safe from this monster.

I want you to hate it, so that it may not hurt you.

I would come to her now,

absent of trepidation,

full of rampant and raw aggression.

I would pin her to her seating,

and grasping her with all of me,

press the two of us into a heated

debate in which no words were spoken.



I would find my way to the center of her core,

and with greediness and need take her

until there was nothing left to be taken.



And then I think perhaps I could sleep abit.



But I shan't, because she has befriended me.