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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Beautiful Wound
[time] => 2005-05-10 17:35:25
[hometext] => A mix of events, dreams, and memories...
[bodytext] => Scarlet light met me as I sat there all alone The gravestones rising up all around me Complacently I pulled the sweet air into my lungs Almost trying to breathe out my soul I listened... Voices that had never found me there Distracted Envious Arrogant Dying Closing my eyes I could feel their passion The purple pulsating light behind our eyes Filled me with emotions elevated by my consciousness Rising... I was made whole again But still he was missing Still, she was never there Traces of light guided my steps Black dirt in colorless shadows The stench of decaying sod Intoxicating my senses I walked into The blue swirling miasma That is where I believed I lost consciousness... Thoughts too wild and feelings too pointed To have been anything but A Dream To have stepped thorough the ethereal fire To have been bathed in eternity To have seen what I could not accept But was forced to bear, to understand These were the pains I relished The unfurnished corners of our mind reaching out ...beckoning ...making me think I was broken upon my own will To see what had lingered on the fringes of Consciousness "This is not something I should do, but I want it so badly. It's much like the shimmering blade longing for the vein or the unconscious will of man towards self destruction. My will is made, I have no choice..." Stark walls pushed in from all sides Thick stone blocks the confines Darkened halls lined with ashen faces People I'd seen in forgotten places "Where is this coming from?" Their voices merged as woven laces "You are home." And I walked grimly down the funeral hall My soul captured in it's own thrall Deepening the beautiful wound [comments] => 1 [counter] => 184 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Maxximus [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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