Matt Bennett

Slowly I slip into madness,
My lonliness is all consuming.
Nothing can contain my sadness,
The faint cries I hear are soothing.
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As Autumn leaves lay across soft grass,
Forming a sweet collage of brown on green.
A view is made in a class of its own,
With wind rustling quietly through branches above.
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Space is an empty revelation.
Surrounding, enshrining my every temptation,
The ocean, the world's great mirror, shining
The stars back to heaven, constellations intertwining.
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So empty I breathe short gasps,
Leaving places cold and untouched.
The void in which I live entraps,
Simply losing a mind fragmented.
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I burn the pages of my story,
I watch the ink fade from existence.
False accounts of fictional glory,
And closeness fades into distance.
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As my moment came,
I saw the ground below me,
Fall away all the same,
I believe I'm free.
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Uselessly divine,
Incredibly benign.
A destructive force,
An incredible farce.
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You'll find me in a bitter place,
A blackness untouched by begger's hands.
Not an atom left, not even a trace,
Just one crumbled statue stands.
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So my days are done and the nights are cold,
Howling winds bring haunting cries so old.
My body withers as I beg you to go,
But my disease is rooted for all to know.
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