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Acid rain
What if it rains?
What if it pours?
When do I decide
If I want to live anymore?
How do I breathe
If my throat is compressed?
How do I think
If I blow my mind to shreds?
Could I scream
If no one cared to hear?
Can there be peace
If a war wages deep in my soul?
How can I raise Hell
Against what hurts if I am there?
What if I die here
In pain without a cause to be?
Is it worth living
In a hellish crucible of misery?
Can I fall backwards
Into dreams that died alone in the dark?
Should I travel in my mind
To a place of warmth my soul cannot be?
Or can I just disappear
Fade away, never be, never know?
My song for the morning
Fug
Infected
…Balanced there, suicides sometimes meet,
raging at the fruit, a pumped-up moon,
leaving the bread they mistook for a kiss,
leaving the page of the book carelessly open,
something unsaid, the phone off the hook
and the love, whatever it was, an infection…
An infection …But even your shimmer
Your glistening shine
Cannot penetrate this blackness
That is eternally mine
So today is a dark day
A day full of woes
Failing to fight my
Ghosts and foes
And although you stand beside me love
All golden and pure
Your strength cannot pull me
Back from its lure
So let me sit and wallow
In my plight
For tomorrow I can follow
Your guiding light.
Drowning
Some days ,
I feel everything at once.
Other days ,
I feel nothing at all.
I don’t know what’s worse:
Drowning beneath the waves
Or dying from the thirst.
Love it or Leave it , leave it ,leave it…
Words , words …Coming like venom
Happiness : Is it real !
Might I embrace you and hold you dear
Dear to my heart which leaps for joy?
Theres’ a grace in your step-
A shine in your eye
A wispy smile across your fair face
Your voice breaks the silence
That oppresses like an ancient tomb
And dashes it against a stone of goodwill
Alas, you leave as you came, in a frenzy
Without rhyme nor reason
But let it be so- let it be so
For if you were never absent
I would never know you !
Rest of the mind
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary.
Edgar Allan Poe