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An Empty Galla |
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| Created by Decius at
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If hope is lost,
if the desire to live perishes,
If the want to see tomorrow fades,
If the ascension remains downhill.
If you cower from letters,
And wound at the ringing of the phone,
And need not to hear the words,
Need not be informed of your failure.
If you see tomorrow with tainted eyes,
and close them with fear,
And fill yourself with nothingness,
And feel the nothingness personalize you.
If you are empty as is the love,
If you stare at the sun,
Into the heavens and shake a fist,
If you curse the existance that is yours.
If you hear the lying whispers,
Of lovers long gone,
And sink into betrayal,
Transverse your mind.
If you feel the overwhelming pain,
Go from one ear to the next,
And pass through your tenderness in between,
Like a knife gash through a delicate membrane.
If you see the pained blood ooze out,
In clear droplets from your vision,
And stain your papers with deceit,
If even one little drop.
The stain shall crumple the paper,
And you will see it absorb,
And nothing will change but the paper itself,
A memory of the pain which shall re-occur.
With the possibility of success,
In any area being a distant phantom,
with neverending steps,
If you try to walk but stumble and fall.
If it is not you but others,
If you are right and they are wrong,
If they make you fail because you are correct,
If you sit amidst the dark and feel consumed.
Silence engulfs you filling the gaps,
With your motionless movements,
Your mindless spasms,
Your emotional bursts.
You sit there in quiet.
Darkness all around.
And the hope seeps out.
And erupts with another.
If the anger you have boils,
For it is unfair in this life,
And the road gets steeper and steeper,
And only ancient melodies soothe your pain.
If you realize this century is cursed,
And the people are souless and ragged,
And you see that you must forever,
Live in such a century.
You will see what it is like,
To be pure in a world that is truly a rock,
And you will begin to hear,
The haunting melodies of my heart. |
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