Your silence echoes from my mind's
                darkest caverns 
Like a haunting mist which
               conceals the truth
Only you refuse the sun's warmth
                to disperse the 
                    emptiness
While alone I struggle , fight, and pull
               for the love I see
                       there 
While you become happily engulfed
               by the darkness
Your familar, your friend, your soulmate
              her numbness is  where
          you have placed your heart 
Willing her void to bless you with
               the absence of 
                  your pain~~~


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I lie in a darkened sorrow
my heart forsaken
my soul asunder
Weary I lay my head upon 
the cold stone 
beneath which - somewhere-
lies the beauty of you 
Lifeless, cold, & lost
beyond the physical realm
above my touch
And I sit encrouched in the
bitter reality
of the emptiness that
becomes my glove 
And the void left by 
your absence 
Where my dreams die
silently alone ~~~

((thanx shea **s**))

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A winter chill has claimed my soul 
For the loss of one I'll never know 

Alone I mourn for one unborn
With useless tears filled with scorn

Absent was the warning of your fate 
Defenseless were we to life's fatal mistake 

My heart has become an empty  cave 
For the absence of one without a grave 

With the  sun's warmth you touched my heart
But one unknown forced us to part 

A winter chill has claimed my soul 
For  the loss of one I'll never know ~~~


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The oracles of vengeance  see with a clarity 
that is rare 
They see no colors to distract them from
what truly lies there 
Visions of joy at others' expense 
merciless cowards with no  repence
  ludicrous  pain
        needless hate
                 innocent victims
                        life gone to waste 
Diabolical travisities preformed at a whim
Black blood and bile bubble within 

Deliverer of vengeance knows you're  a fool
For recompense will come for you 
In its sleek , stark gracefulness
It will swoop down upon your bed 
To bring you the memories of those 
Whom are dead 
Amends will be made for bereavement 
done by your hands 
So be very aware  of where the crow lands ~~~


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Darkness lurks at the corner of a soul 
awaiting the moment  when the 
      bereavement spins downward
Boring a hole through  the soul's wall 
Darkness watches for its opening 
      and  pounces on in
Attempting to encircle the  centre 
      of that soul 
It dances around the spirit
      mesmerizing it 
       enchanting it 
Until it succumbs to the blackness
       drowning in the dark 
Transformed for eternity ~~~


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Walls rumble 
Tears fall
Heart breaks 
Soul echoes
In the darkest 
Hour
Of the coldest 
Night 
Whispers haunt 
Visions scare
And I am swallowed 
Drowning ....
Endlessly slipping
deeper
Into this well of 
Despair~~~

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Wandering lifeless upon this path
Goddess grant me peace
Give me rain to cleanse this poison
coursing through my veins 
Blow the wind's song through me 
to air these festered wounds 
Send me  fire to burn and cauterize 
and leave me its hideous scar 
And  place atop each mangled piece
the damp cool earth  to heal 
and  soothe that which I have come to hate 

And if these  efforts fail to be true 
Allow me one dabce with an ocean wave
To seek the oblivion offered within
Its embrace ~~~


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The Boulevard
a sad place where irony sits against a backdrop of 
beautiful, flashing  multicolored lights and 
amazingly crafted architecture  that attempts to mask reality

The creatures of the night and those wallowing in self-pity
and hopelessness dwell here 
The hustlers  and mimes, the bag ladies and winos
who care only for their brown paper bag
The addicts and dealers concealed in the shadows 
In an array of syringes, bongs, and parafanallia 
And the scantily clad vixens of the night
hiding behind their heavily painted faces 
And lurking in the alcoves are their 
flashy overdressed pimps

The boulevard is visited by people in their 
glamorous cars lost in despair
searching for a moment  of escape 
the pretense of love 
A glimpse at passion ~~~


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