Vision Ghost Poems

Perhaps sometimes reminders of being a human render
When the soul bleeds forgetting a heart needs to beat
To pursue these passions faster than I can be a contender
But I would rather be broken than to admit the defeat
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How many broken hearts does it take before one gives in?
How many lives does it take before we start to die from within?
That a voice now so eclipsed that once spoke of such sense
Now seems only ever effective when reacting to the defence
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Dance, keep the dance of mitigating stereological fascinations
Adorned in condoning of the ever science in such explanations
Far too fantastic yet perhaps in the truth if be not so rhetoric
For the disregarding of a simple illusion for digging a trick
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Walked into this now empty room and sat down backwards
On a chair as only thing left in this place and look towards
A future not yet set, though so clear now in my perceptions
Sun beams float illuminating the dust unsettled in vibrations
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These halls wide and so echoing of cries from the unseen
Almost operatic verses singing from somewhere to redeem
Senses of time forgotten in the dark of this unhallowed place
Velvet upon velvet skin glides forth to a throne of his grace
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A road I trod and a destiny that can never be undone
Another burning bridge smoulders in my wake as one
Who will never see love through to my dying day again
Exhausted and so concluded that all I ever feel is pain
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Dissecting the remains of a body now still in death
Gone was this soul now the shell in all that’s bereft
Draw the blade across the elasticity of morbid flesh
Widen the red that spills in voyaging streams to mesh
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It’s there and everywhere and all around this blessed house
The prickles and the tickles and the silence like the mouse
When the anatomy of the unseen of the spectre’s presence
Harbour the stinging of fear of a vapour smoked essence
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I came to her in the formation of this unholy sapient
Yet in human cage; this body she loved in no restraint
My eyes burned to the core of all cognitive memories
Flames in my eyes that felt the heat within sanctuaries
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Reminisced in a dream of dreams for all skies
I was in this place free from all pain and lies
The lightest breeze to cool this burning soul
An exaggeration made real accepting it whole
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