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By Dez Submitted by Vampirehunterdez Date: 2001 Sep 03 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.03.11.33.17734]] |
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If you just die one morning, Who will be there, mourning? As I sit here to anyone imploring, I wonder if you find this boring? I think about lost innocence, and also how it makes no sense, how - in vain - your soul you try to rinse, washing endlessly away at mistakes from the past tense. No matter what you do or say, The mistakes place you in eternal misery, day upon day. Unable to discover some sort of way for all of the wrongs you pray to repay. However, you now believe it is too late for this, wait - there's the devil - go ahead and give him a kiss while you listen to his raspy, agonizing hiss. If you ask nicely, he might give you a taste of bliss... If I die in the afternoon, who will be there that I once knew? Will the message be there-the words I drew, who will deliver it, anyone-maybe you? Maybe my death will have been in vain, with no one knowing about the struggles and pain, or how I fell madly in love with the rain - trying to keep others from becoming stained. This is merely a simple plan, for I am nothing but a simple man attempting to keep individuality from being banned, wishing for it to happen, but not sure if it can. Could it all - could everything be a dream? It cannot, because the devil I have seen, and he did show me his grand scheme. The mere thought of it makes me want to scream... If I end up dead one night, I wonder if I'll put up a fight during the whole God-forsaken plight? Who knows? Maybe I just might. Or maybe because of my infinite yearning for an end to this endless journey, I'll end up in hell; burning. Not before this venture, but during, Did I realize the darkness, and how horrifically-extravagant it really is. There wasn't much that I did miss, Except the devil, with his blissful kiss. To all of this I must find a meaning - a single meaning to all of my incessant dreaming. I feel the angel of death into me is seeping, So THAT'S what the devil has been scheming... |