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| Innocence The doctors will never tell me yet I know what is in them I know their fears I see their lies They are afraid of my pain frightened at it's depth the intensity of it I was terrified of it until it embraced me Dread as a companion terror my friend Horrific visions fuel me make my heart surge my brain boil my life flows out her life flows in Inner workings replaced innocence misplaced Purity recedes live flesh decays while alive dead flesh smiles Innocence is formless Corruption intangible Innocence beguiles corruption seduces it into action Guiltless it is made guilty blameless it is made to be blamed virtuous it is made corrupt Corruption has spawned it's kind it's new child suckling on it's misery greedily devouring the nipple rending the breast into raw flesh leaving it skinless and bleeding gaping chunks of it ripped away sending corruption into ecstasy Corruption is reborn to corrupt Innocence vomits it's own essence Innocence is so very fragile Innocence dies so very easily Innocence was never really there anyway Corruption told me so Shadows Do Not Exist I am in here alone Yet the words from my mouth are not mine they come from what I was not from what I am I am only a shadow Shadows have no language What I was is curled and afraid What I am now is suspended in time there is no day there is only darkness there are no times of light only brief flashes of hope They sparkle and taunt me they flicker and die to torture me God made light just to wound me just to torment me with it's absence How long has it been? have the mountains crumbled? have the seas dried? or has it only been a day? My nothingness is timeless it neither marks it's passage nor does it age Yet being alone is peaceful and being alone is maddening I reek with longing yet I am content with silence Sometimes I think to hear death she seems to scrape at my ears I hear a faint dragging sound a timid laughter, trailing off muffled words I cannot understand odors of plaster and wood low songs of melancholy and dust Death is not amused with me I am not alive and I am not dead death does not deal in ambiguities Death will fix this one some day but death can only deal with my body I fool death just like all the rest it thinks it knows me it looks into my body's eyes it whispers into the ears I am hidden from death but it will find me one day Until then I stay in hiding lurking behind who I was I remain as a shadow hiding from the light for light is death My true being is incapable of speech mute, unable to understand others unable to find the words they seek I tell them but they refuse to believe All their knowledge is useless to me it's dung piled on dung decay piled on decay it has no foundation in reality my reality One day their eyes will be opened On that day they will no longer see me On that day they will realize I am not here They will understand I have never been here for shadows are the absence of light and shadows do not exist |
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