Forrest Barden

Quietly...
I'm screaming to rattle the spirit
Of oblivion.
Silently...
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I'm not lost,
So please dont come looking for me...
I am gone.
I'm in a place not warm
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Riddle me this, riddle me that...
What is this weight that I feel on my back?
Why can't I tell where it is that I'm at?
And whats real when fairytales become flat fact?
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Never a dream
That didn't wake me.
Shake me lightly,
Lovingly hate me.
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So I flick the ash of all I have left
Off the end of this cigarette.
I try to look forward to anything,
But all I can see is her silhouette.
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Once again, a day alone...
As it was meant to be....
And so, as it has always been,
I alone befriended me....
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Sometimes i get hold of a little hope
That i wont wake up in the morning.
That i wont have to keep pretending
That everything will be alright...
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Last thoughts of a dying atheist:
'Such pain we face on this plain in which
We live, or at list persist to begin
And end; sublime did I exist.'
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I am dead, thus I am death,
Thus I can choose life for those around me.....

Astoundingly,
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I would take your hands in mine,
But they cut my arms off at the shoulder
So every night would grow colder
As, all alone, i slowly grow older.
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All of this is assiduous
And making me feel nauseous;
The acidity of the worlds stupidity
Can be classified as 'caustic'...
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'8'

'I would like to tell a story,
but they all end up a morbid allegory;
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'Explain pain in the same phrase
You use to explain it away.
Remain plain and lame, stained
With ever pervading rage.
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