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#10 of Poetry
Have a whole lot on my mind. Nothing good. Put it on paper. Sorry.
Trepid
Cold
Shaking
Shivering
Quaking
Just beneath the weight
Holding the world
You knew to be true
As it all comes apart right in front of you
Your tenderness and care ripped from the epicenter
Like a cancer, metastasizing into a grotesque abomination
Of a love you no longer hold; a place no longer your home
You cry out, screaming in fear
Calling out to any who would hear
Though all who pass are deaf and blind
None wish to hear of your plight
None wish to watch your end; your demise
Crevices and cracks shatter your skin
As boiling fires consumer all that lay within;
The end has found you, laden with sin
Emotions, festering, tear your body asunder
Your mind splits apart and escapes
As your demons descend to begin their vicious rape
Your eyes bleed rivers
As your scars scream tragedies
Your heart still beating like the piston to the wicked machine of agony
No fate is more cruel than this:
To watch all that you cared for so dearly
Seized and tortured before your very eyes
Only to know that all of what has happened can never be undone
Your beaten form still wretches
Clasping to the fading wisps of hope
Wishing that you had chosen the right path
Wishing that you had been right for them
As you lay there, a single voice resounds
Familiar, but cold;
It is your own
Close your eyes and F O R G E T
Silence your soul and F A D E
Extinguish your flame and D I E