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12 Apr 2006, 8:49 pm / Bored
Laying still in the yard,
The grass has gained a golden tint,
All around the outline of where I had once played,
Where I was now laid,
Watering the flowers again,
A cluster of hues trying to resurrect me,
I tripped one last time,
With my times last lively chime,
Wounds that had once bled crimson,
Now squirm with masses of maggots,
Youthful skin now replaced with clay,
Hiding the dawning decay.
A forest now dimmed to an eternal gloom,
Gold deteriorated to mere soil,
Windows now faded away,
A spirit never meant to stay,
Sobbing over me are many deprived gazes,
Branches of a living tree sooth these dead limbs of mine,
Once with veins that had matched the sky's color,
Now with veins taking on a hue of horror,
No longer am I to return her caress,
For the game was created by myself,
Cut at the flesh until it burns,
Swallow the poison until the stomach churns.
Sedated with the fumes of depression,
Writhing under the pin of hopelessness,
It was the only game I could play alone,
Where my scars of the past could really be shown,
Gently-my grandest of Mothers takes me in,
Burying my frail self in her strong embrace,
I'm the winner,
The perfect sinner,
For the last time-the gate is closed,
Leaving me to my solitude in which I will find my maturity,
Before my eyes-there is a Sanctuary,
But for my childish foolishness.........
.........I was led to an above ground cemetery........
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