Fallen Pieces

This withering reflection is a cushion to my
soul and this impulsive flow of pain I feel
I won't rely on sight again.
I'm hiding the pain behind a pretty face;
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I think about you all the time and my world suddenly becomes a pantomime
My ears go mute; my eyes go blind
I'm shot through the universe back in time
What a book of great memories; every page filled with serenity
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A term which is usually abandoned,
no matter how far we may get to actually realize what we've done
that had caused such a fret;
We live only to conquer even the wildest of them;
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Allow me to swim your way
and cast aside morning's ablaze,
these weary fins will controvert pain
for even one's simple name
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Lock me up and throw away the key
My heart's about to explode from this catastrophe
Oh, father, what have I done?
What haven't I done?
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Please, please, don't look at me like that
There's enough to have to deal with,
it's enough to drive me mad
Please, though, I beg of you
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Cherry, Cherry
Red like umber
How many leaves you have
One can only wonder
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The Sea
Whispering sonnets of a hidden world
collecting at my feet
Washing back, stripping my story
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Write me out of your life; I'm tired of this fight
It seems anything I do is of no importance to you
I've tried to hide the scars; to appear unscathed from far
but the truth in me lies like the passion burning inside
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Lost inside your precious oblivion,
I hope to never find the right path
Continuously stupefied by deception,
I hope never to cross that through your wrath
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Popsicle Faery's iced to the bone,
with thoughts of herself wandering alone
Popsicle Faery's weary as can be
from listening to that buzzing bee
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Hum
Hum a melody
Be it sweet, melancholy, or just commodity
But hum
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I always look toward blank Walls as my consolation
because I knew I'd never be wrong to them
They'd never talk back or criticize; never interrupt
They'd just be there to listen
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Sitting; pondering
Wind against my face
its fingers combing through my hair
You think I'd pick up the pace
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I was drowning in a pool of nothingness
clutching and hanging on to emptiness
buried deep in my own skin
shutting everything from getting in
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In visions of the dark night,
my restless mind awaits
So tired of winding backwards,
so tired of clenching on so tight
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Everything keeps tumbling down
and the clock keeps ticking
With my patience and hope on the ground,
I have no wish to keep living
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I feel myself caught up in the tide;
my feet, legs, knees scraping against the rough coral & rocks;
My hair's a swirl of unwinding curls & my hands aren't mine
The sky above is coming closer to an end of blue;
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CALLING PROPHET NINE
BIG MISTAKE
DEAR JOURNEY OF MINE:
LOCK THE GATE
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Step into my world... so full of hatred and sin
It's what I call my domain and where you should have been

Step into my world... where people kill to survive
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