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By Ali Date: 2003 Apr 06 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.06.09.42.18863]] |
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Love, Sometimes may seem to be Nothing more than a winding sheet, And each ragged breath that you take Breaks, splitting apart your consciousness Until you almost-- But you don't. You still force the world Around you to remain clean, something like The pristine mask of Tragedy, but Someday the act will fall away, And what will be revealed, underneath? The rebel's will, the devil's due, The circumvented solution, deemed An unnecessary evil-- Yes, it is but a glass you cannot touch, A wall around the fire, calling to the thirst That you cannot slake, and you know That this existence is something like Madness. The insanity of Hell Cannot even compete-- The repetition in three different languages, Over and over, until something inside you Screams. And then you're awake, even though You didn't know you had been sleeping, And the unadulterated ache is still throbbing, A crooning demon within your chest-- And you wonder if you'll ever Find something called release. But it's only one more day, living in circles, Counting out the change in heartbeats, As you fake another smile, Master another dance, And wait, wait, wait, For the next night, all the while wondering If you'll make it through, or if tonight Will be the night you succumb, Exchanging one hell for the next. |