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-=Awakening=-


The darkness pulls at me again
taunting and unholy as i sit here
once more, in my inky hole
my solace, my prison, my penance
for deeds done in past lives
for acts that have not yet come...
For it is with heaviest heart that i
think on thee, ever beautiful, and lost to me
in the blackened rage that is my world
devoid of hope, unequalled in it's pale
visions of loss and vanity, ever seeping
through my pores, growing as if i were meant
to host the unseen devil of unspeakable torment
within this hollow shell of a body, who may
never truly breathe anew, but in my deepest of
dreams i feel thou hast given me the gift of hope
though i cannot seem to remain held by it for long,
the wounds of the past resurface to invigorate
already aggravated scars of mine own self
torture, leaving me once again broken and battered
before the splendorous idea of you, and your
ability to summon my soul to die at your altar
every time we touch.


There is truth in dreams.

©2003 Samurai!FX/Marc Guerrero