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| Corridors and ConquerorsPART II
These fatal flashings so fierce and forceful
Remind me why I sit alone,
But still my mind, though scared, is hopeful
That yet I may make my way home.
I shut my eyes as whispers fill
The darkened room where I still weep,
Though now my brittle bones keep still
While streams of sorrow slowly seep.
The whispers grow to lusty laughter
At how I cower upon the floor.
'Tis Freedom! I think, which I seek after!
And make to open my eyes once more.
A bleary view beleaguers boldly
Against my heart so harshly hampered:
Still softly shining, I feel it coldly,
For through the Darkness Warmth is tampered.
But in my mind I see it glowing,
Calling out for me to come,
Yet still I feel Deep Darkness growing;
To Its strength shall I succumb?
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| Corridors and ConquerorsPART 1
I open my eyes, but I have forgotten
How long it has been since the Darkness came in,
Rolling and roiling, a real sight, so rotten!
How long has it been since I let It win?
The lightning -- if that's what one could even call it,
Its flashes like devils a-casting their shadows --
This dark'ning, with Hell's own night is lit,
It rends through my heart in maddening throes!
How like the ocean waves it beats
So endlessly upon the shores;
Divisive destruction it d'lightedly metes,
Unfelt by ever-faithful whores.
But I in quiet consternation
Take a chance and cast a glance,
slow, painfully 'round my location,
And catch mine eyes pure happenstance!
O! there a light, and gradient clear!
Alas, 'tis weak, I start to wonder,
Yet brighter still; why linger here?
And while I fancy Deep Darkness thunders.
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| Still
The week has ended
The sun has set
The day is done
The ground is wet
Life goes on
Sad as it gets
It's all wrong;
I'm offended;
I'm still alone. | | |
| Slide
Slide
The puzzle pieces playing
With your mind
And still silently eating
Slow and surely at your soul
The dial tone that haunts you
Slide
The figures
Back and forth
Across the board
It’s all just some game
They make you play
How sly
How cruel
The quiet chords
On which your tattered tale is told
On which your battered soul is sold
Slide it on; it fits you well
A slippery slope
A desperate hope
This noose was made for you
Slide it on; it fits you well
Slide
And wonder
How hate became your heaven
How hope became your hell
Slide and remember
You set your snare too well | | |
| July
finds
me
in
love
but
i
am
a
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one... | | |
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