| Such a memory... |


With Everything I've GotParalyzed...I can't seem to move... Yet the only life I ever seem to find... Is the life of me, without you... I know I write with dreams of changing... Though life has changed andWith Everything I've Got
Everything's rearranging...
I would cry, if I could find the meaning... Instead I feel dried out, like some useless being... In your eyes I see a sparkle,
Yet it's merely an illusion... Giving myself hope, yet suffocating
In a daydream of my choosing...
I don't know why I struggle, while I constantly yank at these chains... To be lost within memories, feeling this


Death of a PoetWithin the decadenceDeath of a Poet
The smell of decay I've died inside
Only to feel myself
Slowly slipping away...
It no longer beats within this chest
No breath fills these lungs I look at myself inside the mirror
I ask myself... What have I become?
A monster, a beast? Emotions ceased
A linger of blood across these dried lips
A voice which no longer shouts!
Which no longer speaks!
I walk, only to crawl Time is all but irrelevant
This will be my grave
My place of rest This is how they'll remember it &nbs
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"I am my own contradiction."
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"I am my own contradiction."
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- Where the spirit does not work with the hand there is no art - (Leonardo da Vinci)
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"I am my own contradiction."
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