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A Silent GameWhen winter nights become cold and bleak I play a silent game of tagA Silent Game
With all the words I wish to speak They freeze turning into ice Slipping off my tongue unnoticed And all the while, I too slip into a similar vice As the snow falls The trees morph into naked bodies Bodies you see in famous paintings, which line famous halls My fingers stiffen as I touch the bare bark And the only sound I hear, repeats The sound is the call of the native Lark With poison on her lips She sings sweetly, with intent to kill While the strings of my heart torturously rip Sn
by ~Velorium89
Washed OutStanding, bearing a soul that was never hers. She clutched her breast, and tore from her the beating organ. The crimson tide filled the room.Washed Out
Drowning, drowning was she. Bloody waves crashed and mixed with the turbulent sea. Her body, slain, drifted to shore. Lifeless limbs broken, skin pale and torn. Eyes wide with blackened expression. Mouth sewn shut, never to release her confession. And there she layed, rigormortis setting in. The words formed and written upon her body were her sins. Then manifested was the spirit with fleeting words. She screamed and the words fell
by ~Velorium89
Chemist Listen and Listen WellAnd the sunsets are gone. Bleached away by some horrid chemist. Now there is no colour staining the sky with "dreamers' dust." In hesitant whispers, plead to you I must: Return those busrts of vibrant assurance to my skys and crush the chains of those cryptic lullabies. But keep the photos of moss covered stones and hold dear to you the short conversations over phones. Chemist, listen and listen well. I was there the night when you bleached the sunset as it fell. And I saw you. I saw everything. I saw you extracting each line of light from the sky's written word. And I heard the sighs of the earth as its core drained away. I know you heard itChemist Listen and Listen Well
by ~Velorium89
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- Current Residence: Cape Coma
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