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By slaric Date: 2005 Jan 08 Comment on this Work [[2005.01.08.18.40.10226]] |
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Deep within all souls endure A dark place, shadowy unpure its shames harnessed, shackled in place never to see morning or reveal its face What lengths, what strides to silence its voice storymaker created, circling thoughts, no choice lie upon lies, eyes work to conceal whilst war rages fourth, satans battlefield Whatever path one walks, whichever mask one wears day by day, frame by frame, etched in time your path cannot disappear wriggle and wrythe, more stories more lies whilst over your shoulder black riders, demise Are years months shorter or have months become days flesh and bone become weary, body weak, malaise Satan smiles as your struggle transgresses spirit to flesh his skin crawls with delight as he yearns for your death A black womb now encases, no north no south decisions clouded,thoughts twisted, nil by mouth attacked you are now from inside and out yet there is no-one around, no-one in sight you run for the bridge arms outstretched and wide you laugh as you fall, yes you're alive you've beaten them yes, once and for all who'll fuck with you now, you're ten feet tall you hover above now, looking down with relief but the pictures all wrong,confused, disbelief no riders, no reaper, no punishment for wrongs just family and friends weaping in throngs quiet, floating, confused and alone No heaven, no hell, you aimlessly roam whilst distant laughter from a place for souls lost Satans book, open, your name proudly embossed |