Abby-Starkiller
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I am...
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The World to me seems far. Too far away...
I drown in the unreal.
I'd like to know the future - a new day;
a day after a night;
the darkness after light
no secret shall reveal.
The creation of the World
was, itself, in the beginnings, Word.
Whispering the thoughts of the sole salvation.
Dying with each breathe of the soul,
unable to control.
Devoured by starvation.
Eating its own heart.
Being ripped apart.
Turned into aberration.
Dead.
Too weak to tilt its head;
to master the disgrace;
no matter if you died before having been born;
no matter if you are a rose or if you are its thorn.
It matters what you choose, what you embrace.
Forget
that you're a threat
to your selfless mind.
You are still blind.
Why try
to lie
when you can throw away your voice?
It is but a matter of time;
a matter of choice;
you are a stain of grime
that can still hear;
but I... I am no seer.
I just can whisper in your ear.
And that's because you can still hear
as you stand there, you stain of blood,
stain of red, of hot red mud
in the shadow of the sun.
Can you be gone?
I can fade away into the nowhere .
You'll live
and close your eyes to the lights that you can't bear.
You will not breath the air.
You'll give.
You'll give it all
but one tiny piece,
one little small
crock of your world,
crock of your peace;
the blade of your sword.
I drown in the unreal.
I'd like to know the future - a new day;
a day after a night;
the darkness after light
no secret shall reveal.
The creation of the World
was, itself, in the beginnings, Word.
Whispering the thoughts of the sole salvation.
Dying with each breathe of the soul,
unable to control.
Devoured by starvation.
Eating its own heart.
Being ripped apart.
Turned into aberration.
Dead.
Too weak to tilt its head;
to master the disgrace;
no matter if you died before having been born;
no matter if you are a rose or if you are its thorn.
It matters what you choose, what you embrace.
Forget
that you're a threat
to your selfless mind.
You are still blind.
Why try
to lie
when you can throw away your voice?
It is but a matter of time;
a matter of choice;
you are a stain of grime
that can still hear;
but I... I am no seer.
I just can whisper in your ear.
And that's because you can still hear
as you stand there, you stain of blood,
stain of red, of hot red mud
in the shadow of the sun.
Can you be gone?
I can fade away into the nowhere .
You'll live
and close your eyes to the lights that you can't bear.
You will not breath the air.
You'll give.
You'll give it all
but one tiny piece,
one little small
crock of your world,
crock of your peace;
the blade of your sword.
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Facebook Page
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I built a Facebook Page called "Fanfictions & Fanarts". I am trying to gather as many LIKES as I can. You can find there lots of pictures and poems. You can also send me requests for drawings.
The link for the page is www.facebook.com/pages/Fanfict….
The link for the page is www.facebook.com/pages/Fanfict….
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