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No one is listening.

Now you may sing the self song,

as the bird does,not for territory

or dominance,

but for self-enlargmant.

Let somithing

come from nothing

In my dreams.I hold her still,

Angel,lover mother.

And in my dreams,I kiss her lips,

misstris,Muse,Daughter



She gave me life

I gave her death

MY beautiful muse



And on the devil's Road we walked

Two orphans then together.



And does she here my song tonight

Of broken vows and sorrow?

Or does she climb some distant path

where rhyme and song can't find her

The dead don't share. Though they reach towards us from the grave(I swear they do) they do not hand thier hearts to you. They hand thier heads, the part that stares.

Hide me from me. Fill these holes with eyes for mine are not mine.Hide me head & need for I am no good so dead in life so much time. Be wing,and shade my me from my desire to be hooked fish. that worm wine looks sweet and makes my me blind.And, too, my heart hide for I shall at this rate it also eat in time.

You walk amoung my dreams intoxicate my soul you left you flesh inside you are the demon I cannot hide,you will always be my favorit sin,and will be forever the demon within

AS I enter into this cloud nothingness I slip into a void of emptyness,enter the forest of shimmery grey going on a whimper where slick black cancer hounts me as my soul becomes black on ths stage called apathy,enter the gost of indulgence and sin. The title of the poem is (THE ENTRANCE