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[title] => Grave Secrets
[time] => 2004-01-05 17:14:25
[hometext] => It's been a long time since i have submitted anything... Please comment
[bodytext] => Beneath the full moon On a cold harvest night White beams of glory Filter through the trees Graves hidden and shadowed Tombstones… begging to be noticed We heat their cries As we step over the loved The forgotten, the unforgiven Cursed by the living He believes in nothing And I in all His cross is inverted Signifying his lack of faith Labelling him, he labels himself My cross is heavy Just like his heart I try to carry him To give him rest We lay between the dead Feeling alive for the first time Tension Torture Is all that divides us We are the mosaic centrepiece In this place of our rejuvenation This sacred place for us We have others Whom we love But not like we do each other His world is dark Filled with onyx chambers Sometimes I wander Through his black labyrinth heart He is free at this moment Even a snap of a tree branch Footsteps of the past Rifling through the intertwined Roots of our friendship Do not disturb him At this precise moment He is at peace Finally at peace Resting… A sigh escapes his lips He wonders what I am thinking Does he think I am scared I am Terrified… FOR him not of him Not his mystery- not his misery His darkness comforts me He makes me reach for more The iron gates of his soul Have not prevented me from entering Entering his eternal midnight Entering the cemetery of his deadened thoughts Thoughts he keeps buried His memories are merely Zombies in disguise He does not believe in angels But he knows that I am his His faint light at the end Of a haunted tunnel His family, his friend He loves like death He craves the bitter cold To feel the frost at his throat He waits patiently For the escape of life Not by his own hand But maybe by mine He will not beg He will only bleed He will not weep But I will sob His eyes will brim with happiness For the first time All wrongs will be rectified He says goodbye At the hands of his dark angel Leaving her his only regret Content now He crumbles to the ground Happy to lie resting To lay here… Where it all began…. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Jilly [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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