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[title] => The Climax Of Life
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[bodytext] => Fortunes turned to dusty rain, Thunder clouds within your brain. Soaking wet you stumble on, Never knowing what is gone. Feel the earth move under foot, As you’re covered by the soot! Taste the bitter Acid drink, Now it’s harder than to think. Try to speak, but find no voice, Reminiscing on your choice! Think of things within the night, All those things you’ve given sight. Play the tape, and see your past, Haunted by the actors cast. Try to hide what it all means, There within those haunted scenes. And the curtain you now call, But it laughs and does not fall. There you are for all to see, Ev’ryone, including me! Naked to the eyes that burn, As upon the stage you turn. Feel them piercing through your soul, Ev’ry corner that you stole! Laughing mouths of malcontent, Is this what the warnings meant? Further on you try to run, Lost within this house of fun. No escape, no exit found, As you sink into the ground. Soon the night turns inky black, Know you’re never coming back. Down you fall through smoke, and fire, Struggling you start to tire. Letting go you drift away, No more will for games to play. Is it all just fantasy? Will it stop, and let you see? Or will you be carried on, There, until the you is gone? Once upon the river Styx, Far to late to get a fix! All you are has been dissolved, Leaving, not, to be resolved. Through the gates you flout away, Far too late to kneel, and pray! All the damage that you’ve done, Through the things that you’ve called fun! Was to you and you alone, Turning you to soulless stone. Now a statue is your place, Mannequin without a face! Passed with ease by all you see, Hidden there to all but me. It is I, who brought you here, So alone and bathed in tears! I am now your only friend. I’m the start, and I’m the end. I am whom you see at night. I am all the birds in flight. I am he who’s chosen you. I’m the blade that runs you through. I’m the blood within your veins, Spilling into crimson stains. I am all you are, and more. I’m the voice behind the door. I’m the voice inside your head. I’m alive, and yes I’m dead. So from me you can’t escape, I’m the fingernail that scrapes. I’m the one, who answers prayers, And the one who guards the stairs! I will take your final breath, As I lay you down to death. Sleep away eternity, Don’t betray your dignity. Fighting will not set you free, You are mine, and I am me. Do not fight, I am not strife, I am climax of your life. Michael David Morash Copyright © 2003 [comments] => 1 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 43 [informant] => mdmorash [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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