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[title] => Dead Like Me
[time] => 2005-05-20 14:33:12
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[bodytext] => My soul sobs with the music, Humid tears of wasted dreams, The notes coming and going, But the pain only comes, It never goes away… Why sleep waiting for the dawn? Why rest long to be born again the next day? Is the world a concrete footprint? No. A sad footprint that will be erased by water and sand and time… And with a solemn smile, Silence forgets its weeping, And its fingers make a nest for a hidden kiss. It was a point of light, of pain and anguish, Nothing more… The sigh of returning to be. Walking, bringing with you the illusion of being gods. The clock betrays its schedule. 4:00 a.m. Two more hours till prison. He smiles with his 13 blemishes and ticking nose, And his laugh will be more than sobbing. The night lengthens inside me, And its whiteness resounds, Like the tombstone of a faceless dead man, Sitting next to my bed, Watching over my dreams of you, mirror, Girl of rock… Returning to reveries about if I can fly in dreams, But no. Sadness raises its hand, And endless Nostalgia succumbs to weeping. Nothing flies without a face. Flowers wait impatiently on my tomb, And where could illusions be? Lost so deep inside that I can’t find them. And where does Sleep dwell? Somewhere far off where I could never touch it. Nameless tears baptize my diary, The sad voice of the years weaves its sorrows in a barrel of lilies, Remaining prisoner of a foreign thought, Walking without a destination… Today, madness invades me, Today, the enormous eyes of the decaying, The afternoons next to the river, Are forgotten in the deepest part of memory, Like the echoes of those who say they are living, But are only dead, Like me… [comments] => 5 [counter] => 162 [topic] => 13 [informant] => FleurdeSang [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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