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Spark062
The rise and fall of the hands that begat the writing on the wall, dripping with blood "Never forget my love."

Age 36, Male

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Something Awful

Posted by Spark062 - October 27th, 2012


Stop haunting my undug grave
or nothing will save your fevered life
from a mountain far away
i scream for a way to the beganing of the past

I dont remember these dripping walls
covered in cold afterbirth that regrets it
in the end nitemares are more then they seem
a carrier to throw your mind to the pits

a leppers curse as it cycles down
stop the trying to pretend your free
with your troubles and theroies
about how you forgot the way to see
eyes are now milky white
mouths filled with a dying might
as the sun burns the ozone away
everything that may have come to stay

Keep this carcass away from the light
Empty it of all its useless organs
and play the keys like you would me
and watch it above struggle from under

paint these walls a tragic red
and pull it with a child like dignity
let the world know you were never kidding
and lose the race because we all die lonely

ashs fall slowly
like confetti at a party
watching this blaze
i understand insanity
a padded room just for me
wont stop the kittens call
I have to show these people
that their mighty kings will fall

i live in a made up world
that i designed for a wandering blind
and as i hit the wall with one more run
the light of unlocked leaves my mind behind

I beg for another eclipse
so i could feel the darkness
and the frozen terrible feeling
of falling into absolute nothingness
Deeper into my mind we spiral
Fear is understandable and you may become
a part of a piece of this laybarinth
that you find yourself in

a mirror stands with a world behind
were nothing bad happins inside
Ill break my way in
And find a perfect place to hide

Blood seeps from jagged cuts
in the turnstile behind my eyes
losing integral parts
of this ominous machine


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