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What would it feel like, if your beloved died? Is it so much bleaker than the world as it is now? Do we even know what it truly looks like? Or do we turn the other cheek, and ignore the lies that are thrown into our face every passing hour....
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Mystery/Tragedy - Words: 414 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 2 - Published: 03-06-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2643695
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I wrote this on February 10, so keep in mind that this was before. Warning, this isn't a happy tune, it also doesn't follow the basic rules of English =] [And I still can't find my notebook, someone has stolen it]
Silent Teardrops, Silent Screams
Silent teardrops
The pounding rain
Darkness all around me
All I feel is pain
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They've stripped me of my rights
The happiness, dignity
There's no such this as forever
Always an end, no infinity
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I now watch the sky
Darken with gloom, every passing hour
Everything must die In the end
Even the most beautiful of flowers
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Tap tap tap
Goes the hoards of raindrops
They make a reflective pool
The same colour as these heartless rocks
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I used to love the rain
But even then I smiled
Now I only observe, stare
Faceless, merely mild
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Flash goes the lightning
The thunder roars in greeting
I only blink in response
Just another familiar meeting
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Then there's the sun
That rises from the ashes
Just a faint lightened blur against this madness
Another idol for the masses
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It's carnage now present
Everything's dead, simply lifeless
Beliefs have now collapsed
Where the veil of lies finally arises
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No birds now soar high
Up in this non existent sky
No oceans wash against the shores
No dreams to neither be free nor fly
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I cried when you left
I withered to nothing waiting for your return
Then you died, in this daylight sun
It is now my time to mourn
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I still wait for you, alone
My hands fog up this cold glass
Face pressed up close onto the window
You're just another hope that died amongst their mess
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A scream, I jolt
From these ice cold sweltering covers
The ceiling is bland, the garden brown
I look around me, there is no attending lover
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Just another dream, I think to myself
One other promise
The moon now shines its silver light high
Maybe soon, the land shall flourish
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Or maybe love truly doesn't exist
Maybe the sadists were right all along
But I will still wait for your return
Even when this body is no longer strong
But gone
I found writing this was disheartening and sad, but also reflective. Is this how I think? I truly don't know. Maybe you, the reader can decipher what my tired brain was trying to say?
As nobody listens
Because nobody cares
Sam
Xx
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