Silence Screams Out

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The silence of the scream,
Lungs bursting, roiling,
Maelstrom escaping.
I cannot connect
Back into the disconnection.
The static’s code provides no illumination.
Just darkness enveloping me. Floating,
Electrifying, frightening,
Gravity weakening; slowly
Atoms disintegrating.

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Can you be stalked by a song?
Followed in and out of your dreams by a rhythm.
Melody coiled about your subconscious,
Haunting your hours hidden in the shadows.
Music in the motion of the leaves
As they dance around, spiralling down
In autumn’s romance with gravity.
Lyrics twisting their way like a river
Through the landscape of your life.

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If I dream of you sometimes I hope you will forgive me. I hope you understand that I just need to see your face sometimes. For a glimpse of someone whose hair falls down upon their shoulders in that hauntingly familiar way, is not enough to sustain me. For all the colours are a hundred shades of wrong and beauty means nothing, when only your face has any meaning for me. For I can walk through a flower garden when the roses are in bloom and it feels as barren as a desert if the scent of your perfume is not the air I breathe. So if from time to time I dream of you, I hope you understand, I hope you will forgive me.

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I’m glad my pain amuses you,
I’m glad my distress keeps you warm.
I’m glad my feelings of inadequacy
Kept you entertained on the night of the storm.

I’m secretly pleased that you enjoyed my disease
That you found them of use, the experiments on my body and soul.
That you could view with scholarly detachment
The dissection of my brain by the scavenger crows.

I’m glad all my notions and twisted emotions
Merited a footnote in the book of your life.
I’m happy for you, that you found someone new.
But the scars that I bear were caused by you and your knife.

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A straight line between here and the end,
Between now and forever –
Between forgiving and the original sin.
The arrow’s fight with time and space
Is a neverending race, a moment of now.
Resistant to the air, lost to the tumultuous tragedy –
Victim of the farce, the cruel comedy of life.

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Nothing and Nowhere

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The stillness of the vacuum at the heart of it all.
The silence of the moment that heralded my fall.
The sadness of the climax, the shattering of dreams
When reality is nothing like you hoped it would be.
The absence of essence, of reason to believe.
Of loss and the grave, and the inevitability of grief.

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A place to call home is not too much to ask.
A little sun on my face, clean air to breathe.
A pleasant atmosphere, people that are kind to me.
A place to touch down, a place to land.
Got to be somewhere in this inhospitable universe
That has been designed for humankind?

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The sheer quantity of lies and false alibis
Are going to drag you down in the end.
Tying you up in chains of your own delusions,
Machinations, pretence. The price you’ll owe
Will be claimed in the end. It cannot be avoided.
It cannot be denied. The wheels are turning
Time ticks on until the final tock.
Then you’ll look back across an ocean of deceits
To find only your lies have kept pace,
Honest companions to you.

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