Shalyn Stachmus

This twisted white vision persists to haunt me.
It just won't leave me alone.
The barred bright windows will forever taunt me.
They just won't let me go home.
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I hate it when I'm awake.
I think I'd rather be sleeping...
Deep autumn's closed today,
while the knell still mocks our weeping.
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If what we're breathing in are the scents of sin, will it cause us all to choke?
If in the very end we've not made amends, will we really lose all hope?
I hope not.
Even though I've been warned, I don't seem to care anymore.
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Sand disperses on the open line.
Haunting eyes, with nothing to find.
Nothing is left, and we're all alone.
It's too hard to feel like this could be home.
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Terror only calls to make this last.
But all it seems to do is cause the crash.
The fight, the pall, no battle's been won.
Now then, this war has just begun.
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I'll tell you a story of mountains and glory,
but time will tell more.
I could tell of the times,
of the riches and crimes...
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Believed things would end how I wanted them to,
But now I can't erase it, so what do I do?
Had hoped things would change, perhaps fix themselves, too.
But most times denial is better than truth.
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Where is the glue, that binds us all together?
It's in our souls, so we can rise forever.

Until we glow, our torches light the way.
Until it's known that we can guide the strays.
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How is forever? Is forever for you?
Do you know what is ever, is everyone, too?

I'd like to see behind the bloodstained stage,
and dare a stare in a crowd of black eyes.
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Have I sealed my fate?
As I write these words
a wretched burden
overlooks the page.
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Where do the skies go,
while we decay underneath?
Why do the tides shrink and grow
where we hide solidity?
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My throat was tight
as I tried to recite,
but too nervous, I ran,
as always.
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Rest of the world's in twos and threes,
and here I sit, one lonely me.
It's not so bad, if I hold my breath.
I'll try counting to eternity.
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Slipping through the cracks,
I'll make up all the math.
'You can't fool all the people,
all of the time, ' he says.
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The mayflies come out in April.
I don't like May.
Seems to me if I just take a pill,
I'd get through another day.
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Take a picture for me.
It's not just for the camera.
Will you, for what used to be?
I love you, still.
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And they just keep on going.
Keep driving by.
You know you miss me
but your whiskey stink
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To succumb unto a scope of darkness
And loyally lounge with fire, parlous;
Is to whelm beneath your sorrow, cleanly,
Desert at your door a limp love bleeding,
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(If your lover is the drug, it's no wonder you're so numb.)

If the reverend takes those left alive,
Who will stay to help me die?
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Hissing headaches and snake pits shadow me through,
And here deadly darkness disguises these wounds.
The pain from love I thought I knew.
But now I know I don't know much.
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