| Waiting Waiting... Motionless in an enclosed cell Blackness paints the room Protected, yet bound in hell Sound is slayed Time has lost it's meaning A figure outlined in dismal grey Woman of stone, she is not leaving Doing time for her baby Loving her, her only crime Alone she sits, Her face a mask Discolored skin and black eyes of a mime Life has drained from her body Wearing tattered rage, flesh like paste Failing to spend every moment with her Decaying a fitting punishment for such waste There is a spark that lies behind her eyes From the hell which he gave her The most valued possession of her life She alone was the one that saved Dust devours everthing Webs are spun into complex mazes A faint breath heard undetected Loneliness has left her crazed In a shattered mind she sees His face swims in a crowd of strangers For just an instant and then lost What is real, the image lingers on She has spent a lifetime with him Yet they have been apart an eternity His love she sees as her only prayer For life in this dreamless reality One day her true love will find her He will set her free, she hopes and prays She hasn't given up on her dreams Patience she knows is the only true key Waiting... A sound is heard, excitement bades Time inches, crawls, creeps slowly forward The single heart beat wishes to fade. ~Micki Lang~ 89' |
| HeavenLang Haven |
| Untitled 11-14-91 I sit in my room body cold and tired hear the sirens ringing in my head hurting so loud I'm about to explode. My skin, bright red shade sweating oil that bleeds into the ocean, so smooth it aluminates my tired skin. As the grey moves down gathering up the oil. I sit here looking see the mountains the fog has swallowed them up as it moved on the city, hiding all it's true face is virulence. Little red blotches peoples lives, their homes soon to be eaten people going left and right they won't be here tonight. The man here doesn't know what pours from his mouth is meaningless, I will be gone soon heading towards the fog eating me and mine. |
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| DEATH STANDING WALKING INTO THE SMOKE FILLED ROOM INCENSE AND CIGARETTE, THEY INTERTWINE SHAPE DANCING, HER IN HER DARKEST GLOOM NO ONE NOTICED, NO ONE SAW THE SIGN SHE DANCES ACROSS THE SOFTEST BLACK FLOOR TWIRLING HER BODY AMONGST THE SMOKEY CLOUD NEVER EVEN SAW HIM STANDING IN THE DOOR HE WATCHED HER CLOSELY, SO VERY PROUD EYES ARE LOST, FACE SO DEEPLY SUNK SHE SINGS SO LOUDLY, SOMEONE HELP ME OUT SCREAMS ECHO, SEEMS HER HEART HAS SHRUNK HE MOVED IN CLOSE, WHISPERS I KNOW WHAT IT'S ABOUT HER BODY SINKS SLOWLY TO THE HARD GROUND GENTLY HE CARESSES, KNOWING WHAT SHE DREAMED ARMS SLOWLY RELEASE, NO ONE IS AROUND SPIRIT HE TAKES, HER SOUL HE HAS REEMED |
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