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it is like love
to drink from
the poisoned river
when we are crushed
and drowned
in it's current
of fear
abrasive and attacking
the numbing cold
asks for nothing
yet remains
so deadly
unwilling to fight
our lungs
are rendered
useless and heavy
a single
fragile
breath
is ever so deadly
to drink from
the poisoned river
when we are crushed
and drowned
in it's current
of fear
abrasive and attacking
the numbing cold
asks for nothing
yet remains
so deadly
unwilling to fight
our lungs
are rendered
useless and heavy
a single
fragile
breath
is ever so deadly
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Literature
Mystic emotions
In the darkness of my soul
my face is locked away
though you stare into my eyes
I'm not the person that I portray
hidden behind the walls of my heart
where no one will ever see me
safely protected within my dungeon
where only I possess the key
Deep dark and mystic
bottled feelings lay
in unreachable places
of a secret passage way
concealed love unrevealed dreams
minding the riches of the heart and soul
behind inaccessible doors
which no one will ever find
Mystic emotions
my true inner self
sitting all alone
like dust upon a shelf
all my life there was no one
to share my love or dreams
so I'll take my emotions to the grave
from my deepest j
Literature
Broken Spirit
Broken Spirit
In the corner of this bar
I swallow my miseries alone
In the depths of this whiskey glass
Lies the tears of my unheard moans
Fiery-ice, liquefied annihilation
Madness on the rocks
Death awaits me patiently
Cause in hell time has no clocks
Beyond this physical realm
My spirit surrounded by haze
Possessed by evil and darkness
Lost within this circular maze
Trapped inside this whiskey glass
Spiritually I'm caged
Physically I'm slowly dying
Mentally I've become deranged
Scattered thoughts, shattered emotions
Uncontrolled by this deathly crave
Never had two feet to stand on
Born with one foot in the grave
Slowly my spirit burns
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