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Drunken Slumber

Love with an open heart,
Wounds and wonders combined.
Life will sever and drive apart
Revealing madness in the sanest minds

The darkness transforms into swerving shades
That come and go before they fade.
Figure lined up along the wall
Tempting, teasing , making you sprawl.

You give in. Trying to fill that hole.
The absence taunts you. Claws at your guts.
Birthing a new person in you.
It drives you insane

And yet you strive on.
Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.
The cliche you pretend to have never heard.
And you walk barefeet on those nails.

You awaken and see the shroud
Being pulled over your eyes,
You remember those fires that you tried
Putting off with ice.

You scream and drive yourself crazy.
Shutting off all that noise that creaks like
A parasite.
Gnawing and scratching at you from the inside.

You fall asleep. Oblivious to the din.
Plunging in the darkness.
That comforting darkness,
And the silence you so crave...

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March! March! Marching on!
Trunks, massive and old;
Wither and fall.

Revs and rumbles
Uprooting, trailing splinters.
Yellow machines
Reducing green to cinders.

March! March! Marching on!
Camouflaged steel;
Crushing bony offal.

Venomous microphones,
Hateful cones.
Dividing sheep and
Making violent drones.

March! March! Mar-!
A wash of white!
A sphere of plumes...

Silence... Silence at last!
But wait, look! Alas!
A sky of darkness,
Weeping on morbid dirt.

Silence, silence, silence at last...
A stillness, stiffness;
A petrified past.

And then they chose
To rise again.
A ray of hope, a heart-shaped green.
A start over, with newer friends...