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behind eyes once mine
have i always been an ancient soul, gnarled and before their time?
or have i simply, simply, simply passed my prime? was there a time when naivite could have been exposed?
no͠,͜ ̵̨ỳ̨͢ou̶̸͝ f̸ai̧l̕͜,̷̀ ́͜y̸ơu͟͏͞'r̕e̷͠ a̶ ̸̀̕fa͟il̵͝ur̶e̸,̧ ̷͠ýǫ͟u̢͘ ̨c̕a̴̢͢nn̴̢o̢͘t͏͞͠ ̸͢͞ev̕e̛n̶̢͢ ̵͢co҉̀ntaí̢͟n̶ ̵y̴͠o̴u͞r̷ ow͢n͜҉̀ ̸҉fl̡̛͟á҉í҉l̛͠in͏g̷͘.͢.͏͏͢.̕͡
m̀́́i̡n̶̛d.̨ ͠
mind. beautiful mind, perplexing mind - a
d͘á̢͝n͢g̀e̸rơu͢͠s̵̡͠ ̴m͝͏̷i̧n̶͢d
i watched him writhe atop greener grass
D̸͘͡I̡̧E̵̕͞
death looms ever closer, trapped within dilated pupils, marks tracked where innocence fell.
b̷͐ͦ̋ͦ͗͋ū͗ͣ̊͌ͩ͒̀̚͢ţ̀̀ͬͮ̑̌͠͡ ̃̍͐̒̀̊ͩ̆̏́sͯ̉ͪ̃̎ͤh̶̢̏ͭ̉̑̎ͫ͠eͨ̓ ́̓̐̀w̵͑̈́̑͝aͥ͗̂ͫ͟͝s̶͆̀ ̔̈j̧̡ͥ̿̎ų̂̿̄ͧ͐͡s̛̆ͨ̂̈́͗͂̈́ͮ͌t̨̑̔͛̃́ͯ ̸̒͒̓̆a̓̒ͩ̍̐҉̡ ̷ͦ̃̀ͬ͑͆̍ͣ͘c̓ͣ͘h̸͆̅̇͒͠ǐͥͬͧͯ͘l̽ͨͥ͏̀dͮͭ̓͏,ͨͥ͆ͥ ̐͒̈̍̆̍͋͞c̷̵̏͐ͧ͂͑̏h̴̶ͯ̆͋ͩ͆̃ͫ͑̚ȋ̵̸ͬ͗ͬͭͥ̏͝l̸ͣͤͮ̋͌͛̊d̛ͧ̐̽̒̂̄,̛ͯ͆ ̶̂̈́͂͂ͧc̸͋͋̇ͩ̒͞h̢͑ͨͤ̆i̧͛ͩ̅̿̚l͋̇́̚d̽̉̅͂̆͢҉,ͣͬͯ̇ͪ̐͞ ̴͐ͬ̾̆͂̕Cͦ̊̑̿ͮH̢̿́ͬͤͪͤ́Iͤ͆̍̃ͪ̓̎̾͢͝L̵ͤDͤ̃ͨ̿ͪ͏͞.͌̓̊̎͋́͘
oh.. but life cares not.
broken corpse (w̴̢̡̽̐̏͐o̵̡͗͐̂̾́ͦ̄̕óͭͧͬͦ̄́fͫ͂ͪ̈ͪͯ̏ ) innnnn... innoc... innocent
(į̢ͭ̏̈́̍́̾ ͥ̍̓ͪͥ͊͂̚͜͝͏h́̓̈́͏҉éͦ̃̌͋ͯ̃͆a̸̷͒̀͋̎̉͋̑̈́́r̔̽͗̐̀dͥ̆ͪͧ̀̈̇ ̶̿͐̅yͮͮ͆͆̆͢ö͆ͤ̆ͬ̑̚u͑̃̔̀̔ͤ̊̒́r̨͊ͤ́ ̵̧̿͡w̧̛̑̆͒ͮ̉hͪ͐̔͏̢͜i̛͊͂͗ͧ҉͝m̨̿ͭͣͥ̊̎p̢͑̎͆ͤ͗̈͂̐̒͝e̴̓̅r̆̀̎͛͊̑͘͘͟i͌ͧ͑̽̔nͣ̓̽́̿͗͑gͪͯ̀̊̓ ̡̉̎c̛̉̿̃̍̆ȓͩ̉͊ͭ̈̚iͧͩͩ̽̂̾̅̚͏ĕ͢͢͝sͭ̎͐͛͆̿ͩ͠).............. D E A D corpse - oh but child it is far from over.
dͫ̌̉̈́̂ͣͧ͗ͤ͐ͧ̑́͒̌͗͑͆́͝͠ȇ̛ͥ̔̎ͩͨ͋̚̕͘a̴͋̎̐͂̐ͪ̃͘tͩ̿ͩͪ͌ͦ̄͗ͨ̈ͧ͆̊̾̐ͭ͘͡ḩ̈̎͛ͭ́ͭ̈́ͧͥ̍ͭ͑͡҉ ̴̨̡͗ͦ̍ͦ͏҉i̽ͦ̄ͬ̊ͥ́́́s͋ͣ̉͋̂ͭ̀͊̈́́͘҉̧͏ ̶̸ͭ͛͋͐̾ͦ͂ͫͮͫ̓̀͢ȩ̨́̂͌ͥͪ͑ͦ̈ͪ̿̑͑̏̕t̛̎̏ͯ̎͑͋͐͒̃̀ͬ͊̏c̷̡̡̄̒͛ͪ̍ͨ͊ͯ͒ͩ̄͡ḩ̶̓̅ͭͪ́̌ͣ̂ͦͪͧ̈́͝͡e̔̾ͨͩͦ̓ͮͦͧ͐̽̔ͩ̍̅̒͢͡͏͘d̶̢̡̏͑͗̒̇͐̒̂ͯ̓̾̐͆̾̔ͧ͏͞ ̷̨͌̾͋͒͐͒̏̍̍̈́͞w̵̢̌̆̍͒ͩ͛ͥ̇ͪ̆͗́͟į̨̑͋ͬͯ͐̅ͯ͛̇̄̇̇̐͘̕tͯ̒ͯͯ̚͏͏̢h͋̄̉̇̈ͥͥ͑͒̂ͧ̕͝i̶̶ͨ̋͛ͧ̄̇ͯ́̎̐ͤ̎̇̚n̵̨̛̏͗ͪ͑̇̀͑̐͆ͩ̒͑ͬ́̚͠͝ ̴̶̢ͮ͊ͧ͆ͣͭ̃́̀͟y̡͛ͭ͒̓͌͒͋̐ͫ͛͛ͩ̀̀̚o̵̴̵͒ͣ̍̉̒͌̂͋̊ͮ̈̉̄̏͡ú̃̓̓͋ͭ͗̄̇̋͌̚͡,̶̄͌͐ͥ͊ͩ͜͝ ̴̍ͩ̾̋̈̇͆ͬ̏͘c̷̶ͭͫ̾̏ͦͤ͌ͫ̑̓ͦͥ̇̅͒̈́̾͒h̆̀ͧ̈́͊́͢i̓̈̾ͤ̈ͬ̒͊̀̚͏̷̢҉l̛̛͌̃͗҉̷d̶̵ͬ͗̑̉ͥ̾̽ͯ̃ͤͣ͌͊ͪͨ͒̀
a fear you will never escape. memories seared into your flesh ... the cries of the d̷͑͋́̐̋̔͂͡a̶ͪ̽ͯ͋̓̒͘m̧̎͂̔̀͊ͫ̋͒͜͡ňͣͥ̒̍̍ͮ͐́e̛̓ͨ̌dͫ͐̎͐͌̓
c a l l
for a soul..
ţ̌ͩ̀̈̈h̍̽͛͊̍͒͋͞҉ǎ͋t̵̔͗ͦͨ̋̏ ̸̋ͬ͑̀h͆̄̔͆ͬͬ̍̎á͆ͨ̀ͬͭ͌̚sͬ͂̂̿͑̿͠ ̊̂̄ͪͩ̌͊͘l̸̴̛̆͗ͤ̾ö́ͬͧͦͣ̄́̕n̿̌̒͆ͥ̃ͪg̸̢͊͂̋͒̈ͧ ̈ͪ̒̂͂͢͢ş̅͌͌ͤ̑ͮͥ̄ì̉̔͋ͫn̅̋c̓ͬ̃ͯ̐̾ͭ͗̔͠e̍̅̓҉̡ ̶̀͢b̔ͭ̿͐̒̉̆͢e͆̎͏̴̸eͮ̋ͪn̛̑̓ͧ̓̋͝ ͪ̐̅͘s̶ͧͯ̀̓̍̉̚h̢͋͌͡aͬͯ̍͘t̴ͩ̆̈̄̍ͮ͆͢tͬ̽͂͠e̔̎̇ͥ҉̧r̨͗̅̓ͯ͗e̷̶̢̓̌ͮ͊dͣ͂ͪ̿͗͂͢
s c a t t e r e d to the winds.
i no longer know who resides sͤͫ̓t̐̉ͤͩ̐̓̔̄̿aͪ̿̐̿̓ͥ͑͢͢r̢̧͊̐ͯ͆͢ï̸̴̈́̂ͤn̡͊̽͗͗͊̆ͬ̈̐͜͡ģ̵̈ͪ̀ͩ̅͢, sͤͫ̓t̐̉ͤͩ̐̓̔̄̿aͪ̿̐̿̓ͥ͑͢͢r̢̧͊̐ͯ͆͢ï̸̴̈́̂ͤn̡͊̽͗͗͊̆ͬ̈̐͜͡ģ̵̈ͪ̀ͩ̅͢
................. sͤͫ̓t̐̉ͤͩ̐̓̔̄̿aͪ̿̐̿̓ͥ͑͢͢r̢̧͊̐ͯ͆͢ï̸̴̈́̂ͤn̡͊̽͗͗͊̆ͬ̈̐͜͡ģ̵̈ͪ̀ͩ̅͢.
from behind eyes that were once mine.
or have i simply, simply, simply passed my prime? was there a time when naivite could have been exposed?
no͠,͜ ̵̨ỳ̨͢ou̶̸͝ f̸ai̧l̕͜,̷̀ ́͜y̸ơu͟͏͞'r̕e̷͠ a̶ ̸̀̕fa͟il̵͝ur̶e̸,̧ ̷͠ýǫ͟u̢͘ ̨c̕a̴̢͢nn̴̢o̢͘t͏͞͠ ̸͢͞ev̕e̛n̶̢͢ ̵͢co҉̀ntaí̢͟n̶ ̵y̴͠o̴u͞r̷ ow͢n͜҉̀ ̸҉fl̡̛͟á҉í҉l̛͠in͏g̷͘.͢.͏͏͢.̕͡
m̀́́i̡n̶̛d.̨ ͠
mind. beautiful mind, perplexing mind - a
d͘á̢͝n͢g̀e̸rơu͢͠s̵̡͠ ̴m͝͏̷i̧n̶͢d
i watched him writhe atop greener grass
D̸͘͡I̡̧E̵̕͞
death looms ever closer, trapped within dilated pupils, marks tracked where innocence fell.
b̷͐ͦ̋ͦ͗͋ū͗ͣ̊͌ͩ͒̀̚͢ţ̀̀ͬͮ̑̌͠͡ ̃̍͐̒̀̊ͩ̆̏́sͯ̉ͪ̃̎ͤh̶̢̏ͭ̉̑̎ͫ͠eͨ̓ ́̓̐̀w̵͑̈́̑͝aͥ͗̂ͫ͟͝s̶͆̀ ̔̈j̧̡ͥ̿̎ų̂̿̄ͧ͐͡s̛̆ͨ̂̈́͗͂̈́ͮ͌t̨̑̔͛̃́ͯ ̸̒͒̓̆a̓̒ͩ̍̐҉̡ ̷ͦ̃̀ͬ͑͆̍ͣ͘c̓ͣ͘h̸͆̅̇͒͠ǐͥͬͧͯ͘l̽ͨͥ͏̀dͮͭ̓͏,ͨͥ͆ͥ ̐͒̈̍̆̍͋͞c̷̵̏͐ͧ͂͑̏h̴̶ͯ̆͋ͩ͆̃ͫ͑̚ȋ̵̸ͬ͗ͬͭͥ̏͝l̸ͣͤͮ̋͌͛̊d̛ͧ̐̽̒̂̄,̛ͯ͆ ̶̂̈́͂͂ͧc̸͋͋̇ͩ̒͞h̢͑ͨͤ̆i̧͛ͩ̅̿̚l͋̇́̚d̽̉̅͂̆͢҉,ͣͬͯ̇ͪ̐͞ ̴͐ͬ̾̆͂̕Cͦ̊̑̿ͮH̢̿́ͬͤͪͤ́Iͤ͆̍̃ͪ̓̎̾͢͝L̵ͤDͤ̃ͨ̿ͪ͏͞.͌̓̊̎͋́͘
oh.. but life cares not.
broken corpse (w̴̢̡̽̐̏͐o̵̡͗͐̂̾́ͦ̄̕óͭͧͬͦ̄́fͫ͂ͪ̈ͪͯ̏ ) innnnn... innoc... innocent
(į̢ͭ̏̈́̍́̾ ͥ̍̓ͪͥ͊͂̚͜͝͏h́̓̈́͏҉éͦ̃̌͋ͯ̃͆a̸̷͒̀͋̎̉͋̑̈́́r̔̽͗̐̀dͥ̆ͪͧ̀̈̇ ̶̿͐̅yͮͮ͆͆̆͢ö͆ͤ̆ͬ̑̚u͑̃̔̀̔ͤ̊̒́r̨͊ͤ́ ̵̧̿͡w̧̛̑̆͒ͮ̉hͪ͐̔͏̢͜i̛͊͂͗ͧ҉͝m̨̿ͭͣͥ̊̎p̢͑̎͆ͤ͗̈͂̐̒͝e̴̓̅r̆̀̎͛͊̑͘͘͟i͌ͧ͑̽̔nͣ̓̽́̿͗͑gͪͯ̀̊̓ ̡̉̎c̛̉̿̃̍̆ȓͩ̉͊ͭ̈̚iͧͩͩ̽̂̾̅̚͏ĕ͢͢͝sͭ̎͐͛͆̿ͩ͠).............. D E A D corpse - oh but child it is far from over.
dͫ̌̉̈́̂ͣͧ͗ͤ͐ͧ̑́͒̌͗͑͆́͝͠ȇ̛ͥ̔̎ͩͨ͋̚̕͘a̴͋̎̐͂̐ͪ̃͘tͩ̿ͩͪ͌ͦ̄͗ͨ̈ͧ͆̊̾̐ͭ͘͡ḩ̈̎͛ͭ́ͭ̈́ͧͥ̍ͭ͑͡҉ ̴̨̡͗ͦ̍ͦ͏҉i̽ͦ̄ͬ̊ͥ́́́s͋ͣ̉͋̂ͭ̀͊̈́́͘҉̧͏ ̶̸ͭ͛͋͐̾ͦ͂ͫͮͫ̓̀͢ȩ̨́̂͌ͥͪ͑ͦ̈ͪ̿̑͑̏̕t̛̎̏ͯ̎͑͋͐͒̃̀ͬ͊̏c̷̡̡̄̒͛ͪ̍ͨ͊ͯ͒ͩ̄͡ḩ̶̓̅ͭͪ́̌ͣ̂ͦͪͧ̈́͝͡e̔̾ͨͩͦ̓ͮͦͧ͐̽̔ͩ̍̅̒͢͡͏͘d̶̢̡̏͑͗̒̇͐̒̂ͯ̓̾̐͆̾̔ͧ͏͞ ̷̨͌̾͋͒͐͒̏̍̍̈́͞w̵̢̌̆̍͒ͩ͛ͥ̇ͪ̆͗́͟į̨̑͋ͬͯ͐̅ͯ͛̇̄̇̇̐͘̕tͯ̒ͯͯ̚͏͏̢h͋̄̉̇̈ͥͥ͑͒̂ͧ̕͝i̶̶ͨ̋͛ͧ̄̇ͯ́̎̐ͤ̎̇̚n̵̨̛̏͗ͪ͑̇̀͑̐͆ͩ̒͑ͬ́̚͠͝ ̴̶̢ͮ͊ͧ͆ͣͭ̃́̀͟y̡͛ͭ͒̓͌͒͋̐ͫ͛͛ͩ̀̀̚o̵̴̵͒ͣ̍̉̒͌̂͋̊ͮ̈̉̄̏͡ú̃̓̓͋ͭ͗̄̇̋͌̚͡,̶̄͌͐ͥ͊ͩ͜͝ ̴̍ͩ̾̋̈̇͆ͬ̏͘c̷̶ͭͫ̾̏ͦͤ͌ͫ̑̓ͦͥ̇̅͒̈́̾͒h̆̀ͧ̈́͊́͢i̓̈̾ͤ̈ͬ̒͊̀̚͏̷̢҉l̛̛͌̃͗҉̷d̶̵ͬ͗̑̉ͥ̾̽ͯ̃ͤͣ͌͊ͪͨ͒̀
a fear you will never escape. memories seared into your flesh ... the cries of the d̷͑͋́̐̋̔͂͡a̶ͪ̽ͯ͋̓̒͘m̧̎͂̔̀͊ͫ̋͒͜͡ňͣͥ̒̍̍ͮ͐́e̛̓ͨ̌dͫ͐̎͐͌̓
c a l l
for a soul..
ţ̌ͩ̀̈̈h̍̽͛͊̍͒͋͞҉ǎ͋t̵̔͗ͦͨ̋̏ ̸̋ͬ͑̀h͆̄̔͆ͬͬ̍̎á͆ͨ̀ͬͭ͌̚sͬ͂̂̿͑̿͠ ̊̂̄ͪͩ̌͊͘l̸̴̛̆͗ͤ̾ö́ͬͧͦͣ̄́̕n̿̌̒͆ͥ̃ͪg̸̢͊͂̋͒̈ͧ ̈ͪ̒̂͂͢͢ş̅͌͌ͤ̑ͮͥ̄ì̉̔͋ͫn̅̋c̓ͬ̃ͯ̐̾ͭ͗̔͠e̍̅̓҉̡ ̶̀͢b̔ͭ̿͐̒̉̆͢e͆̎͏̴̸eͮ̋ͪn̛̑̓ͧ̓̋͝ ͪ̐̅͘s̶ͧͯ̀̓̍̉̚h̢͋͌͡aͬͯ̍͘t̴ͩ̆̈̄̍ͮ͆͢tͬ̽͂͠e̔̎̇ͥ҉̧r̨͗̅̓ͯ͗e̷̶̢̓̌ͮ͊dͣ͂ͪ̿͗͂͢
s c a t t e r e d to the winds.
i no longer know who resides sͤͫ̓t̐̉ͤͩ̐̓̔̄̿aͪ̿̐̿̓ͥ͑͢͢r̢̧͊̐ͯ͆͢ï̸̴̈́̂ͤn̡͊̽͗͗͊̆ͬ̈̐͜͡ģ̵̈ͪ̀ͩ̅͢, sͤͫ̓t̐̉ͤͩ̐̓̔̄̿aͪ̿̐̿̓ͥ͑͢͢r̢̧͊̐ͯ͆͢ï̸̴̈́̂ͤn̡͊̽͗͗͊̆ͬ̈̐͜͡ģ̵̈ͪ̀ͩ̅͢
................. sͤͫ̓t̐̉ͤͩ̐̓̔̄̿aͪ̿̐̿̓ͥ͑͢͢r̢̧͊̐ͯ͆͢ï̸̴̈́̂ͤn̡͊̽͗͗͊̆ͬ̈̐͜͡ģ̵̈ͪ̀ͩ̅͢.
from behind eyes that were once mine.
Published 23rd Jan 2018
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