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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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A zealous gust, feathers a-ruffling;
Eyes closed in silence, listening.
Whispers of life, yet far from realising
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