Darkness Approaches

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Darkness Approaches

 

Tighter and tighter an invisible hand grips

around my neck and at my fingertips

black... Black BLACK is all I see!

 

No time, not even for a sip of tea

I might as well leave and relieve,

so tell the ladies to weave

a goodbye blanket for me.

 

For I no longer can see

life being worthwhile

now, it's my time.

 

Losing the will,

the will to fight,

for how can I fight,

when I fight in vain?

 

Darkness approaches,

reaching out, seeking its prey,

I lay victim to its cruel embrace.

[blueangel]

The sun sets

The world spins

Their hearts fall in and out again

It's the way of things

 

She touched his hand

Got his heart instead

Unforunate for him

Her eyes were distracted

By blinking stars and distant lights

She tried to act into him too

 

The sun sets

The world spins

Their hearts fall in and out again

Her heart fell in and out again

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Tick tock tick tock

The world goes boom

 

In a moment,

he had everything

In the next,

he lost everything

 

If he were alive

he would ask himself

how it came to this

 

If he were alive

he would say sorry

to all those her hurt

 

If he were alive

he would take back

all those bad things he did

 

If he were alive

he would try to stop

all the suffering he had

 

In a moment,

he had everything

in the next,

he had nothing

 

As the fickle had of time chimes out loudly

A masked man wielding a scepter approaches

It is time, time to leave it all behind

Time to let it all go blindly

 

In a moment,

he saw a light of hope

in the next,

darkness engulfed him

 

Tick tock tick tock

The world goes boom

[blueangel]

Aye, but it was just a dream

This world going "boom"

The darkness settled in

As night time begins

And to a dream he was led

And split in two

 

The girl couldnt make him see

What she felt, the things she needs

It's not in him

She spends day giving him her attention

Pushing him away

And so it remains

The freedom she longs for

Stuck in that world

His world

He holds the key

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The dream continues on and on,

he is watching himself die,

he is watching his body crumble,

his mortal body cringes and convulses,

a dream he is in and forever will remain

 

He dreams a nicer dream

he dreams he is what he wasnt

a dream that cannot be

 

He dreams of nicer things

of a beauty so great

that he cannot let it be

 

As the dream comes to an end

He watches himself die

experiencing the pain and suffering

all of his own creation

 

When he awakes

he finds himself on a path

a path consumed in fire

as he walks along this path

he sees minions abound gleefully

the path ends

so too does his journey

or so he thinks

 

he finds a script with his name in it

as he reads it, he sees its his life story

every error hes made, every sin hes committed

in this paradise, he must clean himself

of the crimes that hes committed

he must rid himself of the sins hes done

the sin of tying down an angel

 

out comes the shovel

the shovel that will lead him to salvation

the shovel he must use

to fuel the furnaces of this cursed place

 

oh the dream continues on

oh the dream continues on

in another place, a desolate place

[blueangel]

oh gawd...

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i apologize

 

poetry is a form of expression, as you probably know. these poems, as dark and morbid as they are, are an expression of myself. im not trying to scare you, or anyone else, though I guess i should have probably just kept such thoughts in my head

 

the last poem was unfinshed, i didn't know how to finish it. but after i read it again, an ending came to me, so i edited the post and finished it.

 

Once again, I apologize if you find my poem(s) appalling. to tell the truth, I probably would find them appalling as well. You've read my other thread, so you know my girlfriend and I have recently broken up. Im crushed, to say the least, but it's not just that she broke up with me, though that is a major part of it. I've been doing a lot of thinking lately, and lately... the more I think, the more depressed I get; but its like an addiction, i simply cant stop thinking. on the inside, im really torn up and ive started hating myself and the life ive lived, but i should probably make another thread about this though, as it isnt poetry

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ive thought of a way to continue the poem, or a sequel, or w/e. hopefully youll like this one a bit better.

 

the power of deception...

 

the script, oh the mighty script

the grand and marvelous script

what a cunning deception

 

listing on and on

the errors of his way

how he hurt others and himself

how he tied down an angel

 

perhaps the most elaborate lie ever crafted

this so called script of sins

forever shall we slave away

trying to chip them away

forever shall we be bound

to a deception we know not

 

this poor poor man, like all the other men

believe the script would lead to his salvation

he believes so strongly, that he knows the way

 

he doesn't realize

that it isn't a script of sins

it is a script of acceptance

 

listing on and on,

not the errors of his ways

but the things that he must come to accept

in order to be able to move on

 

there lies the deception

a deception we all fall prey to

for it is the way of Lucifer

the master of all deception