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| why, oh why, does it seem we only really speak
when moon is at it's best and day is safely in its keep?
i miss you dearly, my old friend.
and while you're always on my heart,
i never make the time, that you deserve,
either to listen or to speak.
lately, i've been thinking of my life, from start to here.
it's strange, and so amazing, looking back on my own actions.
i'm learning that with each and every set of rungs we climb
the ladder also offers new and better lenses.
while they serve for climbing higher rungs,
a glance below shows clearer view of our traverses.
with looking back, my mind is flooded.
both with laughter and regret.
i know i'll learn to cling to fonder things,
and to improve upon each misstep.
but one milestone that stands unique in my life,
and one i never will forget...
is you, my friend, my mentor,
my crying shoulder,
and my rock to stand and boast.
while we may speak less in the days to come,
your place inside my heart is firm and set. | | |
| i feel it once again. the winds of change are coming, deep and full. impressive, where they once were thin. time has shown herself to be both faithful lover and erratic tale to put to pen. the world around me looks like nothing of the one i thought i conquered, yet it's scent still bears the faintest puzzle pieces of a life i thought i'd lost. the scent is sweet and begs for more attention, but my focus now is steadfast, pinned upon these sudden changing winds, and their direction. | | |
| when all the streets have been closed off
when every dark corner has been lit
when all the walls you hid behind fall down
and every door refuses to let in
where will you run to then?
its far beyond the time to craft plan
no not another of retreat
it's time you face the demons
and bring pride back to your name
the creatures gather in your wake
and crush each sanctuary that you leave
the sharpened teeth and blood-stained claws
and all the terror they create
are all in cause and motive of your doing
and they praise you for their hate
its far beyond the time to craft plan
no not another of retreat
it's time you face the demons
and bring pride back to your name
your soul can not survive your path to fate
unless you'd rather burn in self defeat
now is the time to turn and bare your teeth
and sink them deep until the past has felt your weight
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| oh, my heart, the agony
i turn
the light is leaving me.
the things i've seen are stripping me
and what i've done is is bleeding me
im not sure there's much left of me.
the dust, in part and whole,
has found, at last, a niche to lay.
the growing dark is deafening
...you've taken much too long, my sweet
my tired eyes have waited all these days
this sleep is coming after me...
...and i've been waiting here.
some might run when light starts to flee
they'd save their skin
it's maddening to me
they'll claw with all they can
and when they've won their prize...
simply fight, someday, all over again
i'm ready now
but sad, still, somehow
to turn and fall
to dark, and sleep,
and quiet afterall
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| how did we all get this far? each step we've taken seems to have led us further down the rabbit's hole. our steps all twisted and stumbled is deeper and darker. we're in a different world now, another form of being, a seperate place for sinking. but not all of this journey has harmed us. we've widened our vision, and broadened our own understanding. we each ventured deeper, and darker than they'll ever go. and most for the passion of reaching, more so than the needing to know. the tunnels are not for most. the common won't or just dont need them. but we who've pushed the whole way down the rabbits path will never be the same. we've lived the lives we dreamed of living, and forever will be changed.
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