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[aid] => mick
[title] => age is just a number (or darkness)
[time] => 2004-07-19 17:20:51
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[bodytext] => What if life were only rewarded to those who actually lived it? If you were only given one week to live, what would you do? If life were only given to those who completely understood it, the human race would be wiped from existence. I do not believe that any one person can understand life. What’s this darkness that sits in my soul? Why won’t it leave me, so I can be whole? I feel it’s restricting me, tightening round my throat, Strangling out my innocence, stealing my hope. This evil inside of me, I can feel it’s presence I can hear it screech; yet it’s hesitant I feel I’m fighting this war, Between good and bad And I can’t take much more Than I’ve already had. There are tears in my heart, but not in my eyes It hurts so badly, yet I am unable to cry Constantly I hear this sound, It resonates in the recesses of my mind I see so much pain around And no shelter may I find I see the lights of a midnight train They’re coming towards me, To cure my pain But just when I think I’ve escaped this curse The lights are gone, it’s gotten worse I watch my friends dying, See their mothers crying And it rips me apart inside. I wasn’t always like this There was a time I had a heart But with one deadly kiss It was ruined and torn apart I used to cry, I use to scream But now I’m so numb, Life feels like a dream Or maybe just a nightmare That I haven’t woken from yet I wonder why I should care But then I remember, I can’t seem to forget I remember the blood, I remember the tears The things I’ve been trying to run from for years Now they’ve caught up with me I’m paying my dues And I can finally see Those people in the news They really do exist, they really do die Death has tried to kill me, but somehow he missed And now this “gift” I have, torments me, makes me wonder why? Why was I chosen? Why must it be me? To carry the sad tidings To bring misery Surely my sins have been paid for Ten times over or more Others believe that they’ll go to hell I know I’m already there If it will ever end, I just can’t tell This demon hiding in me, is the burden I bear I see things that shouldn’t be seen I hear things too horrible to say My horror must not be demeaned This is what I wake to everyday I can see these sparks in the darkness, Forever trying to touch their light, But I must keep going on, I’ve got to fight Where can one go if there’s nowhere to go but ahead? What can one do that is not living, but not yet dead? [comments] => 1 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 13 [informant] => darkplaidbabe [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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