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Author: Shedited
Fiction Rated: K - English - General - Reviews: 3 - Published: 07-01-03 - Updated: 07-01-03 - id:1344925
Reality
I want to freeze, like ice to the touch ice that keeps everyone, away keeps
me alone.
I want to be alone.
I want to cry when I have no reason to cry, weep, I want the tears to drip.
I want you to pitty me but don't pitty me.
Don't look at me with sorow. For then I think I have won but I have truely
lost.
I am lost, wishing to be found to be remembered.
It is hopeless. For when you find me I cower away,
away inside my cave of hate
for you have trapped me In my own pitty.
I want nothing to do with you.
I see in no colors Infact I don't see with my eyes at all.
You took that away blinded me, I see only with my mind.
A picture you created...
My Reality

Wind&Rain
I lay awake in my bed listing for music or sound to lull me to sleep.
I desided the rain & wind would be my music.
The wind singing it's gental chorus of songs unknown & unheard.
Remembering the lost days, and somtimes raising it's voice when it was
trying to cry out.
And the rain tapping and chimming in.
Every drop like a different not or tone, like a piano....
Together they played and created a beautiful song even if I was
terrifed,
I was soon calm & singing along as my eyes drifted,with the sound of the
water, in my sleep.
In my rest, only then
do i find
Peace..

The Journey
Lead by night
We came by day
Dosen't matter any way
Couldn't figure it out
I had so many doubts
Across the river across the sea
So many places were should we be
Don't know don't care
Just take me somwhere
Away from here

The Chase
Leaves cracking
Braches swaying
Hearts pounding
Somthings preying
Breathing fast
The wind is slow
Paws pounding
You'd better go!
Sweat dripping
Somthing's jumping
Eyes glowing,
Running thumping
Time seems to fly
As that somthing glides
spliting the air
as you try to hide.
Ringing shots
Louder growling
Crying yelps
No more prowling.
All quiet
All safe
Only the prowler
Did not escape.

Death
Not every thing ends in death
Look at life....
It ends in E



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