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hi
i was once


what does it feel?
something deffinately
wolf pelt breaks over rusty knives as the skin warped sarcophygus is opened
white room one red wall and words stabbed everywhere

...i think...


explosion worn from the inside wreckage convulsing burn shredded esophygus hoarsly whispers out a warning

...and a greeting...

welcome to the wasted lands that were once a garden of roses
sleeping rocks solidified in grudgeless disgrace

mountains fallen, so much noise
walls of ivy surround the ground where once we stood tall




transcending down...breaking through the thought process subasement catacomb scream engineering room making a home for myself in nothingess
superfluous duress
presumptuous wasnt i

the venom still resides in this husk
expect nothing that was there before
entrenched
inscenced
were you a believer i'd fuckin strike you down

this is the beginning of another end

of course i'm here again
no expectation, no duration just reaching out to touch the end




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On Monday February 25th, 2008, RubyXero (458) writes:
nice ending. strong work


On Monday February 27th, 2006, Anna Helianthus (1147) writes:
i don't think i ever told you how glad i am that your back, that everything's okay..so, i'm saying it now, truly. i'm very glad you are back, alex. thank you.


On Friday January 20th, 2006, Rafe (13) writes:
so beautifuly deep, like the darkness in those eyes of yours. me likeys. and too, thank you for the sponsor. me have no better brother.


On Thursday January 19th, 2006, evolve (2294) writes:
I like how this sort of rolled off the tongue, like one fluid swipe of a sword..and blood's fucking everywhere..dear, dear, dear..you always make a such a lovely mess.


On Tuesday January 17th, 2006, veingo (593) writes:
Can't type. can't speak. Awe! ^V^


On Tuesday January 17th, 2006, Anna Helianthus (1147) writes:
"the venom still resides in this husk expect nothing that was there before entrenched inscenced"- nice. it's nothing i didn't expect. good write.


On Tuesday January 17th, 2006, Anna Helianthus (1147) writes:
p.s. welcome back, darlin.



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