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| Story of Desolation - As I strolled down the worn path of daily rituals and customs I saw somthing I had naught seen before Now I use a term, long since forgotten, to describe what I saw It was indeed what I once knew as beauty And upon seeing this, the cloud of darkness that had once blinded me parted And I could see once again Then somthing happened to me I changed in a way I knew not existed I, for once in my life, let a smile paint my twisted face Then I reached out, longing to posses this magnificent sight I lust for it! I must have it! I could no longer live without it But as my withered hands hand passed before my eyes... Fragile and torn by the harsh criticism and insults of strangers My eyes were instantly swallowed by darkness once more And the world fades away again Taking the beautiful sight with it forever That fair sight is lost now Replaced by screaming demons and anguished lost souls And I weep For I have lost the one thing that made life worth living I realize that the tears that roll down my cheeks Are in face, not tears at all. Instead I cry tears of emptiness and sorrow But I weep no more For my world has grown much darker than ever before Yet, I take that familiar stroll, remembering that beauty That I had been so fortunate to stumble upon It think, "It may return someday!" I am hoping And I am waiting. _______________________________________________________________________________________ |