
07-20-2006, 01:53 PM
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Ware, Yami Tote
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Location: Nephelokokkygia
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Re: The Noble Exhumed -- Nightmares Pile Like Bodies
Edited For Clarity
Carelessly, the razor wavers over soft, beautiful skin. Faint breaths trust me endlessly, in neverending rhythm. I'm glad we're so constant. Cautiously, I sliver the silver through. Ruby red is born. Drinking my fill, I hear a satisfied coo. No one's here but me and you. What's not to love? The past lurks behind me like a blurred visitor. Shared smiles, bleakly enthused. A finite star, so coldy imbued, spreads an enigma for the fragments; two. I can't see past the mirror, and all it read meant nothing. Did someone die? I was a victim to the perfect crime. Murder to the first degree, while the casualty lies in pieces, inside.
Censorship for the sake of sanity. Preposterous. The black bar covers sharp eyes. Tear away the blasphemy. I'll break my back on stark commandments. Failed attempts at empathy, like hands that hold sweet nothings. Which is worse, the intensity or the absence? Subtitle those thoughts, I want to read what you're thinking. Emotional mysteries, a legacy at a lost leisure. Just a simple click, and I could edit you. A thread of ambiguity teases, asks me would I want to. Voices of slumberous emminence plead that I take them home, shelter death from dawn. Although my sight has long gone, shimmering shears of Atropos, shine on.
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Some said I was wrong to dream that way,
and some made light of death and sorrow,
but death is glory...now.
[The Lineage][The Poetry][The Reminder][The Serenity]
True revolution is in mind; remember that, and all else shines...
Last edited by The Shademan; 07-25-2006 at 03:39 PM..
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