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DESOLATION

FADE

THE GALLERY

MEMORIES

DESOLATION

Washed unto the bleak and solemn shores
All hope scattered like ash upon the breeze
Dull, gray, and empty memories
Shatter and collapse my reality

My time and efforts lie cold and dead
Fear of what tomorrow will not bring
Forsake myself for all I’ve done
Sometimes nothing is more comforting

Gave it all I had
What I have is never enough
Stab myself in the back
Betrayed by my own trust

I can feel it coming now
Consumed by the howl of hollow winds
Numbed beyond self-recognition
Throwing myself past wits end

No longer the person I thought I was
An empty shell ever wronged
Is this what I truly deserve
Or what I wanted all along

Sometimes nothing is more comforting
Than anything.

 

FADE

Time moves too quickly
Slipping me away
From all the times when I was happy
Though so few were the days

Abandoned in a bleak wake
Rocked by the shallow waves
The past comes flooding back now
and again rapidly decays

Left with the forgotten choices
The ones from which I strayed
On the atoll of the lonely
Aeons waste away

The dark waters murmur to me
Whispers of a day
Of the beginning of the end...
I know I cannot stay

The one choice that makes itself
It is the only way
I take comfort in the emptiness
And it all starts to fade

 

THE GALLERY

I walk the long halls
Scared, and alone
A product of my environment
Empty

A consistant odor of age
Never lifting
Only fluxing it's density
The pulse of the dying

Reverberating silence
A nothingness so hollow
Echoing only within itself
The cries of one to frightened to scream

The portraits
Countless in number
Hang like soulless mirrors
Reflecting infinite despair

How intriguing they all are
Keepers of an otherworldly beauty
Drawing my gaze with a vacuum stare of their own
Who is watching who

The withering blues, Demon reds, and the blacks
The void-like yet astonishingly vibrant blacks
Haunting and erie
Dancing like a dark flame upon the canvas

I am alone
This is how it must be
Left to wander forever
Too ashamed to be me

A gallery of my insecurities

 

MEMORIES

What subtle powers memories possess
Control of emotions, fears, and dreams
Of past and future...
Everything

A vast stream of intangibility
Of lies
Of constant delusion
Ever skewing themselves
Altering the once pure truths
Unknowingly or intentional
All the while shaping the soul
As one would mold clay

A personality
A person
Carved of insanity
By the natural desire to lie to one's self
The need to rationalize
The need to question everything

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