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Old 07-23-2011, 10:03 PM
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Post The Onion

200 posts...amazing. I never thought my 'scant poetry' would ever amount to much beyond some confounding driveling shunned by the masses. Guess I still have some time to make something good of this. Self-reproach aside, 'tis a marvelous feeling to have such readership and the occasional inspiring praise to whet my ego.


"The Onion"
Do you ever feel like your falling
Tumbling down a rabbit hole with no end
Crying stop signs and invasive wild eyes
See you pass them by like a memory

Like a dream of stars and whimsical wizards
Where anything is everything and nothing is something
The imagination rules in the dead of nightly storms
Revealing hidden truths and blatant fallacy to the mind

Dreams are the longings of a heart left wanting
Nightmares the stuff of a life lived in worming, whispering fears
Shed your desires if you are to roam without bonds
See that it is not you that is falling, but the world that rises without you

Or fall, fall, fall forever and evermore
No tether to be had for the drifter of dreams
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Old 07-28-2011, 07:12 PM
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Post The Green Muse

Madness graces the cusp of my ear
Teeth at my brain, an incurable itch bred within
Endeavors fail to look beyond the withered old photos of you
And to the peeling piano keys beneath gaunt fingers

The threat of my disease is omnipresent and beckoning
Curdling in my flesh, rotting my insides slowly and without warning
The black seed of a life suffered at the hands of an unknown
That destroys when planted deep; now rooted for a lifetime

But hope remains, whilst your lips are still red
And the cleansing fires within you warm my ever-dying embers
A pagan mystic ism known only to long-forgotten deities
A mingling of blood forged before the coming of days

Wormwood liquor dulls the pain and livens the senses
The god within unleashed in a fury of shuttered chemicals and unfounded hatred
Seething from my fingers, they paint a gelid haunting upon the keys
Nonsensical verse to the sane; the demon-song of a lost generation

Till the monster expires and stark coldness is found in its stead
Never better, never worse; never chanced to be understood
The curse of the master’s hand bound by a memory
Forlorn in the seas of meaningless time
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Old 08-07-2011, 05:04 PM
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Post Barbiturate

Days grow short, years grow long
Time shreds away in the grind of the grater
Vividness expires into the charring heart-fire
Struggles eclipse the pendulum’s arc

Pathless journeys wind through the hazy mire
The obstacles the road; not the wind-shorn stones
Conifers and sheet-mist hang low and coalesce
Into the stuff of dreams and of forgetfulness
OBEY
How did we get here?
How do we get home?
Who are we to resist the system?
Take your pills and forget the meaning

Run like hell into the chipper
I forget – why’d we question why?
Everyone else is going, daylight is coming
Death; what’s the difference?

Chained to the breeding on the TV
Behold the rot behind your eyes
Shake the peeling alabaster ceilings
And taste the mold on your sugar cane

Run that parlance into your interference
What the hell you talking ‘bout?!
Listen with your eyes, forget it’s all lies
Go to the Keeper with a dollar and a doubt

The devil’s dues are in your ears
Block out the sun and see what they see
Mate with the images and begin your pilgrimage
Jack in and zone out to rhythmic cancer

Starlight shines through your wicked wonderland
Sex the symbol, not the object
Take your drugs and ♥♥♥♥ the world in your eye
Your mama always said you’d crack before you’d cry

Roam your wasteland, lone and thirsty
Drink the offered cup
Touchscreen tactility at the flip of a switch
Death; what’s the difference?

Kid’s cartoon shows; pornographic death rows
Watch and learn your lines
Eat your program, love your fathers
From cradle to console – ulterior education
OBEY
Chew your tongue and bleed your virus
Before you lose it all
Fight the system with your sickness
But don’t forget to swallow
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Old 08-13-2011, 06:53 PM
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Post Hazard

The light of day is growing old
I feel your eyes upon my soul
The beat of the world is on the air
Forget it all, you’re almost here

And it moves me to think that you’re in the room
I smell the darkness flowing from you on the wind

Drugs in my veins make me sway
We let the music take us away
From across the room you catch my eye
In ecstasy; don’t care if we live or die

I freeze as you see me and start walking my way
Want to stay, want to run; there’s nothing to say

Starlight
Shining down on me
And I feel your heat

Intrigue
Causes you to go
But I need you so

I don’t even know your name
All I do is that I’m never the same
I can feel you from across the short space
Tattooed on my soul is your face

I cry into the night when I know you’re not around
Save me from myself; a lost soul to be found

Moonlight
Shining down on you
Don’t know what to do

Danger
Causes you to near
And you want my fear

Shared in a moment of fiery contact
Shifted in memory, there’s no going back
I give to you myself willingly
Surrendering to your eternity

Forever
Bearing down on us
Time is such a crutch

Danger
Causes you to near
You can have my fear

Starlight
Shining down on me
And I feel your heat

Intrigue
Causes you to go
But I need you so
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Old 08-17-2011, 03:37 PM
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Post Machine. Meddler. Monster.

The taste of bleach upon my brain
Redolent to the point of self-induced nausea
Scrubbed raw to try and get rid of the stain
That is the memory of you

Chemical and electric pulses is all that you are
A figment of imagination so cold yet so beautiful
And yet so much more; antiseptic to my stitched scars
I see your face when I close my eyes

A fine line’s drawn between infatuations bipolar
Singular words an avalanche upon the scale
Though still I remember the way things once were
When time seemed to stop and endure

Still, the bleak in my veins refuses to ebb
A melancholy of spirit intravenous and infectious
Tenacious feelings fight back against what you said
Creating a temerity of self-centered illusion

To love or to hate – the riddle of the day
To sever one’s own hand an easier decision
But all you need to know is what my demons would say
And that would be nothing

Sometimes I catch myself glancing in the mirror
Curious of what exactly I see in the reflection
Now that you’re gone the picture’s becoming clearer
And I don’t like what I see

Machine. Meddler. Monster.
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Old 08-23-2011, 05:32 PM
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Post Remedy

Tired, moonless nights stand silent in the wind
Poisonous breath courses my veins like liquor
My eyes are heavy; laden with horrors
What hope remains is melancholic at best

No such thing as a cruel world before age
Opinion sluggishly formed and clinging like clouds of silicone dust
Memories melt into rivers of uncertainty
And foresight bleeds into misspoke intentions

Answers lie upon the other side of the indiscernible veil
A thin membrane of enlightenment as hard as dragon scales
You cannot break through it by force and force alone
For a keen, wise mind is required to escape the primordial

And yet we refuse to see anything beyond ego
Else the world might be quiet for a time
And quiet the human mind cannot stand
Fill the cobwebs with strife and violence

It’s what we want, yet not what we need

Even as the timbers burn and crumble before us
The columns of faith as narrow as an arrow’s shaft
Still we stand and sweep the dirt from our floors
Assuming the inferno will fix itself

Faith that time heals all things and naught but breath is required
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Old 08-29-2011, 11:57 AM
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Post Inherited

Sho, this was my entry for the August poetry contest here on the ZU -- tied for 1st place! In addition, as of yesterday, this thread has officially become my most-read body of work -- just passed my fan fiction epic Triforce of Shadow. Very nice indeed!


"Inherited"


The whimsical creatures dance before my memory
Slaves to the imagination, concubines to a thought
A harem of possibilities flaunt before my swift feet
Though they remain beyond touch; invisible to a fault
Yet as real as the ghost in the mirror

Like the clay I am made of, I forge and I divide
Making shapes out of nothing but the gleam in my psyche
Though I design and I plan, often times I am wrought
With odd old ends come creeping into my masterpiece
Causing fault and delay in a book slow to write

Executional impurities prevail more often than not
The squall of life’s struggles ever coming and going
The best you can do when upon such a wretched torrent
Is weather the chaos as you would form a canyon
With wind and with water; riddle it with time

Through the looking glass made of white paper and stones
You begin to see the currents, to where your ship might traverse
My keel is too small to command such a voyage as this
But I have come to revel in the starkness of the indefinite
For what mystery in life could be greater than life itself?

But still the madness runs like the blood in my veins
Conquering only to succumb in vainglory and strife
You run with your lot or you wither in serfdom
And become prisoner to the throes of a mind of the world
Where the only light of day comes from the lure of the piper
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Old 09-02-2011, 07:21 PM
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Post Pathways

Pathways lure in the silence of the night
Draw you from your dreaming as breath taken from a child
Your heart speaks to you horrors known by none yet by all
And a cry in the dark is the road to wonderment

Doors line the sands, bleak in their prominence
Many to be opened but one saved just for you
To where does it lead, this pathway against an eclipse?
Through a mirror both cruel and kind in its reflection

A softness envelops you; a whisper upon the wind
A fading of light, yet the coming of a new dawn
The ache in your bones is left behind with the rest
And a new pathway edges upon your memory

Many ways to be traveled on this inescapable journey
Though only one will be yours and yours alone to wander
With no beginning and no end to announce your passing
Not a road nor a rail, but a forest of lost time and haunting mists

Pathways lure, though they are not always seen
Invisible directions taken without thought or intent
Regret you must not, mourn you must not
Else the awe to be found be lost in your despair

Men call it death; Heaven and Hell’s dark harbinger
A necessary evil bred within the veins of this Earth
When simply it is this: a pathway yet to be found
By the cartographer who sleeps when you dream
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Old 09-10-2011, 05:27 PM
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Before The Rain Became Us

Feel the rain on your skin
Nothing else I'd rather do
Forget the skies, all the lies
Difference between me and you

Should we still try to compromise
In spite of bridges burned
Open my eyes, don't wanna hide
Can't take any more of this hurt

I tried, you know, to make things right
It's tough to act like there's no fight
We pretend so much it's almost real
But we know there's nothing behind the peel

Rain still falls inside these walls
Still, it feels good despite the truth
Close your eyes, remember the nights
When we'd listen to the storms on the roof

Lightning strikes fill the night
Thunder keeping us awake
Remember then, way back when
Take us back for both our sakes

I hope you know I won't ever forget
The promises broken when the sun first set
But I remember you and that place we used to be
Back when it was just you and me

Before the rain became us
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Post Repose

A secret garden lies in a dream
Somewhere between falling and sleeping awake
Where feral children play and yoked gardeners toil
To the terrible chiming of the courtyard bell

Days are irrelevant, nights; imaginary playthings
People you've never met become closer than lovers
You die a thousand deaths to reach the mountain's top
Yet live only one life through the skins of many

Fear is the omnipresent leer of the unseen piper
A cold in the lungs that soon fill with water
You drown in the open air, victim to homicide
But the man with the gun is you in the mirror

Your greatest terror, yet your closest ally

Places you've never been yet visit often
Populated by souls caught betwixt the veil and your echo
Speak through time of what has happened before
And what is invariably going to happen again

Dreams are truth dressed in Latin's guile
Few dare try to translate the message
The face of God graces our ever-seeking tears
Every night as the stars go unseen
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Old 09-20-2011, 12:05 AM
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Re: Some Scant Poetry: "Angst in Progress"

Quote:
You drown in the open air, victim to homicide
But the man with the gun is you in the mirror
I LOVE THAT IMAGERY!


This is my new favorite of the month.
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Old 09-27-2011, 03:34 PM
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Post The Ninety-Nine

Tortured, twisted thoughts mire the melody
Inharmonious tongues chaotic yet wanting
The soundtrack to our lives has turned dour over time
As cars pass by below the predestined bridge

Do we go hand in hand or take our first step alone
Uncertain we both are, yet determined to succeed
Ninety-nine faces watch in beautiful horror
Spectators to art at its most profane

Seconds turn to minutes; turn to hours in the cold
Rain and wind attack our bare skin like dull needles
The sun has neared its inevitable repose
No, we're not stalling – preparing

Ninety-nine voices clamor for reason
Remove themselves temporarily from the cycle of perpetuity
Claiming foresight and wisdom amidst our fell madness
Yet refuse to see the splendor in the breakdown

Our toes dangle precariously over the roughhewn edge
My heart calm; hers…I can't be certain
The cars have vanished, replaced by our audience down below
And for a very finite moment in time the world is ours

Two small lives making two small choices
None caring before, none likely to care after a time
But still the pliable minds of the ninety-nine come
To be entertained by our folly and bear witness

My knees tire, my countenance desperate for sleep
A forever rest avoided by many yet gained by all
If life is so precious yet expendable all the same
Then go about your way and let us find peace in our destruction

Ninety-nine cries and gasps are given in congruence
As the dark in the sky lifts for but a brief instance
We walk up those endless steps, hand in hand to my surprise
And the ninety-nine reenter the race without a moment's hesitation

No time to live…no time to die
Until it is too late to do either
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Old 09-28-2011, 07:06 PM
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Post Sometimes

Sometimes time is like a forgotten mistress
When once you courted her, now you shy away
Sometimes life is like a forgotten forest
Where mists replace the once-paved rise

Sometimes a heart is like a hand grenade
Pull the pin and run like hell
Sometimes a dream is like a shuttered memory
Open the shades and try to forget

Sometimes a girl is like an autumn sky
Radiating sunshine and wanton ire
Sometimes a man is like the roving wind
Here one minute, gone the next

Sometimes love is like a broken mirror
You cut yourself when trying to fix it
Sometimes hate is the next best thing
When there's not much left to be found

Sometimes escapism is like a new drug
Cleaner than some, but worse than most
Sometimes addiction supplants the sadness
And we pretend it's the only thing that's real anymore

Sometimes I seem to give a damn
Sometimes I really, really don't
Sometimes I seem to forget who I am
And sometimes you might be right
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Old 10-03-2011, 05:13 PM
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Post Prelude to a Dream

Sometimes I wonder where the time goes
When weeks and months past faster than days
I no longer know what is when and what is where
All I know is that the past can be real for a time

Childhood summers and splintered dreams
Liquefy in my mind as naught but feelings and colors
I can't remember the day we first met
But I can remember how to dance my own way

Growing old is like falling in love
Sometimes you know it, others you're not sure
I can't tell you the truth betwixt the message
For but the heart can decide when and whence it will wander

And wander it has, and wander it will continue to do so

Where does it all go when it is all said and done?
When I am no more and but bones remain to be told?
Will I become one with the soil, nourishment for the future?
Or will I be whisked away on the wind to another realm of fancy?

Will I be remembered, my digital-self more prominent than flesh?
Or will my words reach paper, to be gnawed and discarded?
To be forgotten is a dreary, magical kind of state
When you become nothing but paint for the wind's canvas

I am here; we are all here for a blink
An emblem of evolution forever marking the world
History matters not; only the present and future
For the forgotten is what we all will become

But remembered we will be; just wearing a different jacket
A hardly-compelling truth or consoling embrace
For we all strive for immortality in our own quaint ways
If only the ones who succeeded could tell how

Heed my words, in case they may be my last
So deeds left unsung may be scattered to the seas and blossom
Know that wherever we go, whatever we become
I will find you…in time

Even if it means piece by piece
Mother Nature will provide the channel
Whether through the decay of time and folding space
Or the shavings of a soul who experienced something beautiful

A final wish from one who feared his own demise
A first step from one who didn't want to let go
I will find you again
To sleep forever and dream by your side
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Old 10-08-2011, 06:48 PM
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Incised

Wrinkles cascading upon the panes
Shifting your image in the fervent rain
Tall against the wind blowing from yesterday
I see a ghost I dreamt to have forgotten

The world is painted in murk and blue
Cold and insipid feeling intravenous
Haunted, a breath fogs the pane and fades
The figure in the distance vanished just like before

Everywhere I go I see your shape
Smell your skin in a passing moment on the train
You're replaced with a smoke and a whiskey at dawn
Though the comfort remains at the edge of my tongue

The nights come early, draw long against the stars
Whimsical distractions gnawing at the soul
Avoid the moment that needs to be
Bury the memories in place of the sun

A black, black heart resides within
Painted with wilting moondust carnations
Self-loathing in place of a wayward foil
Destroyed not by hate, but by idleness

Fight against time's unrelenting current
Stagnate the days into utter ruin
Extract the anchors of gravity from your bones
Shed the person you were meant to be

Hate as you might, the sun and the moon still rise
Teaching smallness and uncaring inertia
In case of emergency break the glass
The world goes on with or without you

Truths I understand, white lies I peddle
Dredging the depths until the light of day
Biding time, wasting time
Waiting for the rains to come again
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Old 10-18-2011, 03:16 PM
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Re: Some Scant Poetry: "Angst in Progress"

From 'am' to 'will be'
From 'had' to 'have' and back again
Is the path to 'was'
And a stone to step upon the road to awe
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Old 10-24-2011, 07:14 PM
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Question Perplexity

Cryptids roam through waking memory
A vanity known only to those that wield
The tongue like a knife, like a gun; like a dove
And tell only truths addled in greys

Friendships fade like paint in the dying sun
Layers peeling slowing, shrinking with each season
Dreams are ever shifting, growing wild with such sustenance
Nostalgia eating at the brain akin to a zombie's embrace

Better yet to understand
Worse yet to yearn for
A mind is a terrible thing to taste

Chaos ensues when aspirations goes awry
The blood on the bank faded into the bricks
Immortal words that stay shall remain for all time
Though an empty, hollow shrine goes without patronage

Care not, want not; spread your disease elsewhere

Flawless cowboys flee into the sun
A blooming flower upon the cracked surface
Consumes all flesh, leaving nothing but shadows
And the cur runs to the dark, ne'er to return

The course is run, the time is spent
Hollow associations built across black glass and highways
Fondness remains yet to be seen
Though regardless, the memories will stay ingrained

A stain...or a masterpiece
Uncertain in its meaning
Assured in its beauty

A valediction meant by few and wanted by fewer still
The narcissism of the bastard takes all and runs

Forever awaits for no one but yourself


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A time for a sleep and a dream is upon me. Goodnight, one and all, and Godspeed to a brighter tomorrow.
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Old 11-05-2011, 05:16 PM
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Press Esc to Close

I needed this today -- a bad day for the writer is a bad day for all this wretched world.

"Press Esc to Close"


Snow falls quietly in evanescence
Gone with the daylight, fleeting with time
The air remains frigid, biting to the skin
Caustic to the lungs – the smell of clean

I Withdraw to my hermitage away from the chill
A splicing of contrivance and the darkest of thoughts
I dream on white pixels the rise and fall of eons and empires
The greatest of human triumphs framed by human evil

Many faces, one voice:
That of the doomsday prophetess
Into a world of my own making I am drawn
Hoping to never have to return

Of sword and of flame, of space and of time
Within the crow’s nest I sail through my own infinity
Friends are lost along the way, replaced by hollow etchings
Death but an antic, not a threat to one’s mind

Gunslingers, heathens, knights, and politicians
Entire armies of past, present, and never been
Fall to the will and the whim of a wayward keystroke
As if they never mattered at all

Sometimes even hell spills out onto the page
Hatred, malice; fear carried on from displaced youth
Though the escape key always remains
If I dare erase my own memory to start anew

My cleanly slit neck paints the billowing parchments
Everything that I am in twisted, grotesque showmanship
And I am consumed by these unseen cannibals abroad
Never truly knowing if my flesh be sustenance or disease

Am I a victim to time, to horrendous circumstance?
Or to the vagabond within my blood that yearns for the desert?
There is no escape key when the villain is become you
Only the madness that keeps you sane
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Old 11-14-2011, 08:47 PM
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Abstraction

Swaying to the steady stream of the sound
Swept from my feet in perpetual dream
Ecstasy in my veins turns to blood on the floor
Stark and varied to a tired thought

The wisps of a wave conjure false memories
Lurid wanderings retained by the keeper’s ledger
What is real to a dream? What is a dream to the real?
Imagination the only real currency of a lost generation

Visions become secrets in the dead of night
Rapturous morsels savored before claimed by the gravedigger
Until death claims the eyes with the curse of age and apathy
And the fire within consumes the last of one’s god-kin

Beneath the surface lay a world beyond measure
Synapses joining continents both vast and intricate
The moon the spyglass from which to see one’s true self
A horrible beauty too honest to be understood

Heavenly creatures, hellish harpies of the glass-hewn web
Long and spindly specters as unnerving as the Moirae of old
Taunt and tease, vilify and torment the restless poets of the night
Who sunder the world a thousand times over simply to taste the coming of the dawn

Is it the passing of time for which we nightly wander?
Or to combat our own loneliness in our feral reposes?
For what an intense, shuttering device would it be
If we could but dream and dream alike in these realms of our making

Few other things would frighten me hence
Than to recall past lives more real than the reverie beyond
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Self-harm

Childhood memories escape from yesteryear
Fading as seasons pass from one to the next
Faces become words, become naught but feeling
And the perplexities of the brain devour

All that a man is can be found in his past lives
Most wrought with horrors never dared recited
Call me simple; curse me as of a shallow sex
But know I carry the weight of being human

I choose to disremember that which would destroy
Therefore I am and remain to be for a time longer

Scouring the stains, I push through the chemicals
Imprints formed by chance and by loathsome heartache
Innumerous possibilities dwindled into one oddity of a life
Channeled through byways long lost to recollection

Perhaps I am, indeed, lost to my wanderings
Chosen to be so, despite the screaming of the stop signs
Truth, may it be, perhaps isn’t the path of which I am seeking
For life is more akin to a forest than a highway

God help me, I am so, so alone
Even amongst the crowd, we all stand as such
Blithe monuments to time, choice and age
Where the stars once wandered among grassy fields

Melancholy, it would seem, is the last friend to remain
All others with their own fates to discern and disdain
The penance of a cutter does not always draw blood
But scars come forth all the while, all the same
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