

RealizationRealizationRealization
Deceived and depressed Was my isolated soul Never trust again Is what I planned to do Then discreetly with discretion You appeared by my side And the chains around my heart Shattered at your touch A warmth flowed through me A Forbidden forgotten light And your touch caressed my soul My realization has begun Your eyes are now watching Keeping me from pain Now subconscious guilt Makes me confess to you in shame I’m itching for your touch I want to feel your warmth And have my heart explode With the pleasure


The VoicesThe voices. Always calling to me. Screaming at me. I can't be sure if its me or them screaming. Unless someone asks me what’s wrong. Someone always asks what’s wrong. They throw me in a room if the voices won't stop screaming. "It's not me!" I yell. They never listen. They always throw me in the same room. The one at the end of the hallway. The one with the 3 metal doors protecting it. The one that’s cold. Its so cold. The one that’s whiter than snow. No color can be detected. I can't see any color. Its so white it makes me black and I stand out against the ultra violent white walls.The Voices
Finally they release me. Its been days. Days


I Still Love YouWhat have you done to me? A shadow of chaos as emotions writhe Once we savored bliss Innocent, Childlike But your desire perished A painful morass of hatred Tears follow pain, follow love Love condemnedI Still Love You
And in a burst of hatred I still love you


The DarknessThe darkness now scares meThe Darkness
Trying to force me into the light where I'm exposed
Exposed of my fears and pains and saddness
And of the love I am searching for and desperatly want to find
Its all that keeps me sane at the moment
A reason to continue living
The darkness now scares me
The same darkness that used to comfort me
The same one that took me from reality
The one that allowedme to think
It now overwhelms me
Pointing out that I am alone
And I always will be &nb
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Cowards die many times before their deaths, the Valiant never taste of death but once. -William Shakespeare
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Cowards die many times before their deaths, the Valiant never taste of death but once. -William Shakespeare
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