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Adam Zank Poems
Running, crying, screaming, dying, as you cower you think its alright. you've escaped the haunting memories. Rustle in the shadows, you're off like a shot
Why does she run away? I only want to touch her... Why can 't I catch her?
The Silence is Broken!
Solace falls On wings of Laughter Made sadder
perfect by nature icons of self indulgence just what we all need more lies about a world that
I linger in the doorway Of alarm clock screaming Monsters calling my name Let me stay
Catch me as I fall Say you’re here and it’s all over now Speaking to the atmosphere No one’s here and I fall into myself
Hair of gold Or Ebon as night. Skin like marble Cold and white
Time Locked Away
Huddled in emptyness, neither here nor there, but everywhere
Love That We Cant
God above! I'm so pissed off. Why do you insist on this stupid game? You act like I'm shit, you tear out my heart, then turn around, and mourn for your loss.
Ode to Speak
These words, they hurt -they hurt me- those spiked barbs, digging in my skin,
A (deep) Observation Made in Boredom
A tiny speck makes it's way from a corner on the wall. eight tiny legs
Dreams of Theatre
'Neath oaken bones and abandoned homes above learning and intrigue stands a place of such proportions,
Gravel scrapes the soles of my boots Wind and water shear off my shoulders My grip tightens on the handle, as my thumb unlocks the trigger. A few meters ahead, a pale, spectral form flees in the growing storm.
From this simple man the burning bush rises Standing on the edge of this precipice.
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Running, crying, screaming, dying,
as you cower you think its alright.
you've escaped the haunting memories.
Rustle in the shadows, you're off like a shot
Guess they're better hunters then you thought.
Sobs rack your body as you flee,
you stifle them -barely- as you hide.
If you let them catch you, they'll flay your mind.
You run, you hide, throw your body to the side
as you try to escape this violent Nightmare that is your reality...
This maze of chains and blades.
You crack your skull, think your dead
as sight fades away like the darkness giving ...