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Blue melts into whiteness Sad feelings washed away This old world is spinning I almost want to pray Hear the maiden singing For reason has no place Rivers of depression And hourglass grains of waste Haunting echoes ghostly Past demons that I see Lay the past to quiet rest T'is time to let things be Eyes wide shut yet open May just as well be closed Bloody heart so broken Just writing dreary prose Vestal virgins calling Waste not life's precious rose Joy in seagulls singing Much sweeter paths propose Blue melts into whiteness Please wash my tears away New world is beginning   I almost want to pray...

World forever spinning Noise and tears and strife Tidal waves of sadness The painful sting of life Is there peace in stillness Honeyed succor in the still Forgetfulness in silence No memories, good or ill? Is sleep the key to freedom Or the gateway to more hell This the burning question Where most painlessly to dwell? I long for tranquil waters Calm and rest from storms No more masks to hide behind No reasons to perform Let me be the soul I am Waive expectations that just bind If I stop pretending What harbor will I find? Shattering my cruel chains Is there joy in being free? No more questions in my head Is it right to just be me?

Salvation Liquid Fire: Sorrow melts and reforms As heat seeps from my skin Frozen Water: Reflections of my memories are reborn As frost settles on me once again - The liquidsparks flickered: And I winced at that one image A voice suddenly stutters “I grasped forgiveness after the carnage.” Restless echoes linger on Retelling me stories of yesterday Reminding me of when my courage was withdrawn And the countless times I accepted those acts of hate My scars shimmer every dawn Each one has a wordless tale of mistakes My eyes recorded the wrongs As I relive the history I can't escape Snowflakes descended gracefully: As a cold-b

Dear brown eyes, I feel like an idiot, writing all these things. But you said once that I don't say much. So this is me, making up for all that wasted time. I don't know if you'd approve of these metaphors or similes; sentences broken up by the east wind and scarecrows poking out between the blanks where I had to close my eyes to keep from getting sad by the honest fact that I miss you so much, it feels like a great, big chunk of my rib cage is missing. Dante, I don't want to be just another misstep for you; a guy who couldn't love you back. It makes me sick. It makes me feel like a coward; ashamed, too scared to look up at the virgin mo

If I was to bare all to you What would be your reaction? Would you hold me As the wracking sobs left my body? What if I told you I wanted to let go? Just free fall to the end Would you pull me back? Tell me to hold on? Or would you look on As I slowly destroy myself?