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But some of us
Were black at heart,
And dark of mind
And will.
The brush of light
That once would calm
Now pushed us further
Still.
And when the pain
Became too great
For any
One to bear,
The Darkest One
Consumed the rest
So as
The pain to share.
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Now twilled within
And out among
The thickets, thorns
And vines,
All those who once did cower
Just added to her power.
She longed to bring
The light and kin
Before her,
Thus to dine,
For in the darkest of hours
The darkest devours.
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Fallen
When I was little, I held my hands up
and there was always a bigger pair
there to pick me up, raise me up
Dark and cold both accumulate near the ground
but I had found
a path to heaven, now forgotten
as the earth turns 'round;
So overcome by confusion, how...?
I can't cast my demons out
one devil still pulls me down
off the earth and off my gentle cloud
I lay upon the ground,
bloodied, broken, beaten down
and lament my fate, silenced now
He recalls his immoralities as if
they were someone else's little slips
and though his words have scarred me
much deeper than any knife or whip
he parades through town, a man, a god
going on about life as
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Metus
One flat night, the wind stilled itself like a breath held in the worst kind of anticipation; the moment when you realize, too late, that everything has gone wrong with every carefully laid plan. Every alibi come to naught in the face of something far too dark to even be given shape: gloried in the feverish tongues of those men who spread their crazed scripture to those who pass beneath their perches just out of reach.
Fear.
The word dances across the lips of the multitudes, washing away serenity and sense, slathering a coat of ashen sludge across our hearts and burrowing into the mind like some virulent maggot, squirming for that last litt
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To The Monster In My Head: This Is Your Last Poem
I know you are there, we have met before.
I know what you did to me and I know, I let you. There was no one that could see you, but me.
Once again you are creeping out of the darkness. You´re gripping onto me again.
I have learned to cry silently and hide my tears so they were never seen.
I´ll cover your pelt in flames,
Set your hollow face into frames
And hang them on the wall
I am going to show them all
The monster inside me
What you are, what I used to be.
It used to hurt when you bite;
My only way to scream was to write...
But today, no song will save you. No poem will be silent rescue.
I will shout. I will cal
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Prosed and well-versed.