Victoria Revier

Who is it who seats themselves in the small blue chair?
All alone sits he, alone and await.
They all hope it is not too late.
Carter's sanity is going fast,
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Sea shell boys play
The rocks a plunder under the moonlight
The crinkle of paper, the map
Ravenous waves devouring footprints on the soul of the earth
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There is dust in my heart
There is dust in my soul
I was practiced in the ways of love once
Times have changed
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The old bricks crumble
Ghouls shriek in the dim moonlight
This sleep will end soon
Worry not
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It used to sting everytime I gazed out this window upon your face
It used to burn in my soul when you called my name
Seeing you standing there, alone. It stings in a place I can't describe
I know I can't leave you here in this dark land, alone.
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You see me
I know you do, you have to
you love me
I know you do, you have to
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Hey babe,
I am amazing
I hope you know
I hope it torements you
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My son no longer knows my face
He knows not of the sacrafices I have put down for him
The hours in the hot press room
Arranging letters
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Golden sparks across the cheap plastic
Clicking away as if possesed
Flutting outside my window
My golden eyes do not lift
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Oh dearest Emily,
How could my faint words ever express
The way I feel about you
Judging you was the easiest thing I ever did
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The figure of my past subsides into darkness
All of my memories saturated
The trivial feats still to overcome
The falseness of the love
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Soundtrack of my life
Repeatative hurt in my head
I've heard this track a million times over again
I hate this beat
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Poetry is like a thick wave of mist, hitting your heart with such zeal,
You are overcome with passion
A steady fire glowing gently in your soul coaxing you out of denial
The undeniable ability of words to poses
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Poetry is like a sweet trickle,
The nectar of the creek of paradise
Tired of gathering dust,
The magic shall do so no longer
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Poetry hides in the doubts of my heart
And the shadows of my soul
Where the darkness of hate provides cover
It hides between the lonely moments
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Dancing along the padded floors
Hearing them creak under my figure
The shadows follow my curves and hug me against the walls as I move along
The tears of joy are stains
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Girl under water
Bounding off your heart
Yelling into open space
With a face of op art
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