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A Curse
Opening the door,
Ungrateful to the core,
Telling stories of folklore.
Out of emotion,
False devotion.
Melted down and made of clay,
Igniting the desire to run away,
Sitting in a flood of decay,
Enticing the thoughts to play,
Racing to forget what they say,
Yearning for vengeance to pay.
Is something missing?
Mercy is no where to be found.
Onward to the battleground,
Unleashing my sorrows but no sound,
Remorseful I am bound,
Nights left to drown.
Meaning to defeat,
Agile monsters at our feet,
Kicking up concrete,
Ignoring the dead on the street,
Never bitter always sweet,
Gentle in the deceit.
Yielding to the startup,
Overseeing the coverup,
Unfulfilled blowup.
Turning up wounds unsealing,
Overcast feeling,
Regretting the healing,
Nevermore is stealing.
Into nothing.
Anger makes one vile,
Messing with their smile.
A grave of blossoms.
Tragedy is at hand,
Hardly moving from where you stand,
Only cursing the broken band,
Regressing into the sand,
Never thought of wonderland.
Worries could be true,
Issuing new people to screw,
Somebody has seen through,
Holding on to you,
Is death and his minions too,
Never more dreams to fall into,
Greedily hoping to breakthrough.
Yelling with no voice,
Outraged at the choice,
Unconscious of the rejoice.
Who is she,
Envying the sea,
Reaching to the despair of me,
Encasing the insanity.
Necessity ceases to care,
Everyone trapped in a nightmare,
Voodoo in everyone's stare,
Everlasting in a hateful glare,
Redirected into a silent swear.
Beckoning the rain,
On ward goes the agony train,
Reversing the strain,
Never ending the pain.
Ungrateful to the core,
Telling stories of folklore.
Out of emotion,
False devotion.
Melted down and made of clay,
Igniting the desire to run away,
Sitting in a flood of decay,
Enticing the thoughts to play,
Racing to forget what they say,
Yearning for vengeance to pay.
Is something missing?
Mercy is no where to be found.
Onward to the battleground,
Unleashing my sorrows but no sound,
Remorseful I am bound,
Nights left to drown.
Meaning to defeat,
Agile monsters at our feet,
Kicking up concrete,
Ignoring the dead on the street,
Never bitter always sweet,
Gentle in the deceit.
Yielding to the startup,
Overseeing the coverup,
Unfulfilled blowup.
Turning up wounds unsealing,
Overcast feeling,
Regretting the healing,
Nevermore is stealing.
Into nothing.
Anger makes one vile,
Messing with their smile.
A grave of blossoms.
Tragedy is at hand,
Hardly moving from where you stand,
Only cursing the broken band,
Regressing into the sand,
Never thought of wonderland.
Worries could be true,
Issuing new people to screw,
Somebody has seen through,
Holding on to you,
Is death and his minions too,
Never more dreams to fall into,
Greedily hoping to breakthrough.
Yelling with no voice,
Outraged at the choice,
Unconscious of the rejoice.
Who is she,
Envying the sea,
Reaching to the despair of me,
Encasing the insanity.
Necessity ceases to care,
Everyone trapped in a nightmare,
Voodoo in everyone's stare,
Everlasting in a hateful glare,
Redirected into a silent swear.
Beckoning the rain,
On ward goes the agony train,
Reversing the strain,
Never ending the pain.
Published 28th Apr 2013
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