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-My mental constellations-


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This is an old poem of mine.
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The Lady That Is Darkness

The first time I saw her...,

She was a nocturnal illusion pierced in the back of my mind

Enveloping fear or contentment that I was unsure of

Several times I'd stay clear of her path,

Yet always feeling that she was there

She'd show up when all was well or all was lost,

Often times she'd place her arms about me,

And cradle me softly while I could hear

The beats of her heart near her breasts

She would graise my face as to caress my cheeks in loving care or,

To pinch them if I stray too far from her

Either way she delighted in this,

Yet her intentions were unknown as she concealed them with a smile

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A more recent one.
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-Disappear-

Fading into the corrosive nightmare of my neurotic senses,
I long for this fate to end.
There's a long road ahead,
I'm not sure if I can walk all the way.

Timid lips profess the darkness of loneliness,
The idle days of restlessness.
My frail words fade into nothingness,
Never able to speak again.

Blood stained eyes seek refuge from this eternal sorrow,
Pain bleeds through an open pore.
Vision fades away from the melancholic opals,
Losing sight of the open path.

Weary limbs scream the agony of preserverence,
Staggering onward through the pain.
Predators ensnare one's will,
Despair smiles victoriously.
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-Dobbs a.k.a. C.O.L.D.-
"Life is percepted in that individual's eyes..."
-My random thoughts-




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