Thea Pound

Nothing but a cold darkness here,
Since the sun died out;
Just ruthless dreams of a hopeless hope,
A cruel fate, framed by doubt.
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Let us wear a mask of calm,
Below the surface seething,
No flicker can show, no eyes may glow,
Steady my rhythm of breathing.
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Is it not so, That we have fallen,
Almost deafened to The Calling,
Our cenotaph, such great glass columns,
In the urban jungle Sprawling.
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I wear a face, when I step outside.
A mask. Persona. I am not myself.
I seem calm; nothing touches me.
The barrier waivers. The mask smiles on.
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Devour me, my love;
I desire to never part from you,
I desire to be a part of you,
And only you. Always.
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In this world, bathed in shadow,
Even if storms envelop the sky,
Your stars shall guide me;
It is you who lights my way.
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There's just something about him,
Turns heads wherever he goes;
Well, can't you tell the difference,
Between the Raven and the Crows?
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Entice me. Draw me into umbral spaces,
Dark and decadent; From the
Righteous path. Tempt me to sin.
Lead me into vice, corrupt my virtue,
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Like a Monochrome Kaleidoscope,
It may take many forms;
Simple. Complex. Beautiful. Mundane.
Innumerable configurations,
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I am torn. Between two sides
Of a bitter paradox;
A contradiction of righteous injustice,
Twisted morality. Where no
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Johnny, Johnny,
Wandered far,
He left home chasing,
The Southern Star;
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By daily Dying I have Come To Be,
And I lie Beyond what Eyes can See;
I am the Essence both Within and Above,
And I am the Highest Truth and Love.
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Brothers in arms,
In body and breath,
Soldiers at heart,
In life and in death,
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Falling into numb shadows, the arms of death,
Suddenly, gasping, I awaken; the dream disperses,
Into raging silence, to the perfect calm,
To senseless, shattering noumena.
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I catch a glimpse of that girl,
Wherever I go,
Those cold, greyish eyes,
That seem to follow,
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It was a tranquil world,
With cloudy yet blue skies,
And singing, skipping girls,
Whilst boys chased butterflies.
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For years I thought of awful things,
Below the surface they bubbled,
And though you noticed subtle changes,
You assumed I was just troubled.
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I must believe in His voice. I must believe.
No matter what, I cannot let myself doubt,
Because in this world, stranger things can - and must - happen;
If I can believe in his voice (A million to one chance) ,
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There is a reason we draw breath,
Yes, we exist for one true cause;
And though we stain our hands with sin,
Our purpose looks beyond our flaws -
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When you hold up the world,
Don't your hands start to shake?
With it resting on your shoulders,
Don't you ever feel you'll break?
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