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Array ( [sid] => 116812 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Skeleton [time] => 2006-03-21 19:29:11 [hometext] => [bodytext] => I’m Drifting Away,
Tears run down my face,
As I cry out loud to myself,
As I look in the mirror and wonder who that is staring back at me
With eyes of death and displeasure.
My soul can’t be stratified.
With loss and destruction of myself,
The more the skin emaciates;
And the more venerable and weak I become.
The loss is killing me,
But only I know,
I dare to tell no one.
The defeat is bearing within me and I can only feel it try to break through.
I can’t stop the pain and immorality within me,
They seem to be the only ones that listen;
So I listen,
And I’m sucked into the black hole which weakens my heart.
I’m told to be strong,
But that word has no meaning.
I’m told to be alive and wild,
But I’m simply with out breath;
For I am dead and have no purpose to fulfill my life anymore.
The loss is killing me and digging me an early grave.
Suicide is the easy way out,
The route which means to give up on a fight,
But I am a rebel,
And not even I can take the life from me that easily;
But the weaker I become the more satisfying it looks to just give in.
My eyes are deepening,
And my soul rises.
No one really looks inside me to see that I’ve lied;
Only to not show the struggle.
I’ve lied to myself,
So I don’t have to face the truth of being pathetic and fragile.
Lifting up my world only to hear the rain tap on my window;
I sit here in the dark with warmth of no one,
But mealy the steam that has seeped through and fogged my memories.
The memories are all I have;
The future is what I lack. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 208 [topic] => 43 [informant] => EvaLastingRose [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )

Skeleton

Contributed by EvaLastingRose on Tuesday, 21st March 2006 @ 07:29:11 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

I’m Drifting Away,
Tears run down my face,
As I cry out loud to myself,
As I look in the mirror and wonder who that is staring back at me
With eyes of death and displeasure.
My soul can’t be stratified.
With loss and destruction of myself,
The more the skin emaciates;
And the more venerable and weak I become.
The loss is killing me,
But only I know,
I dare to tell no one.
The defeat is bearing within me and I can only feel it try to break through.
I can’t stop the pain and immorality within me,
They seem to be the only ones that listen;
So I listen,
And I’m sucked into the black hole which weakens my heart.
I’m told to be strong,
But that word has no meaning.
I’m told to be alive and wild,
But I’m simply with out breath;
For I am dead and have no purpose to fulfill my life anymore.
The loss is killing me and digging me an early grave.
Suicide is the easy way out,
The route which means to give up on a fight,
But I am a rebel,
And not even I can take the life from me that easily;
But the weaker I become the more satisfying it looks to just give in.
My eyes are deepening,
And my soul rises.
No one really looks inside me to see that I’ve lied;
Only to not show the struggle.
I’ve lied to myself,
So I don’t have to face the truth of being pathetic and fragile.
Lifting up my world only to hear the rain tap on my window;
I sit here in the dark with warmth of no one,
But mealy the steam that has seeped through and fogged my memories.
The memories are all I have;
The future is what I lack.

Copyright Â© EvaLastingRose ... [ 2006-03-21 19:29:11]
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Re: Skeleton (User Rating: 1 )
by boobiepeach on Tuesday, 21st March 2006 @ 07:31:29 PM AEST
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so lonley.
but greatly expressive
nice write

peach

Re: Skeleton (User Rating: 1 )
by holderofthestone on Tuesday, 21st March 2006 @ 08:58:28 PM AEST
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--I’m told to be strong,
But that word has no meaning.
I’m told to be alive and wild,
But I’m simply with out breath;
For I am dead and have no purpose to fulfill my life anymore.--very nice! i loved these lines A++++

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