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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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Waves...

With Fear and dread overcome,
Moments dampening my spirit.
There is a brand new world
Made for me but I ain't in it.

These roles that I choose
And the masks that I wear
Ripping holes; I stagger confused
As I'm slowly stripped bare.

Shadows and silhouettes,
Shifting me like I'm broken.
I can't find my heart
Though I'm torn open.

I cry not for shame, I guess
Because shame's just a token,
A mark, to show the mess
That you can expiate, once spoken.

In a lucid dream I lay,
Not sleeping, nor awakened.
A suspended immortality
Not living, nor dead.