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There is no deliverance, for my blackened evil soul;
There is only a blazing heat, and lumps of ash and coal.
This endless escapade, which drew me into plight,
Was lifted from its veil of madness - and I seek a sole respite.
A salvant for my aching wounds, which tear apart my flesh;
And goodbyes said to those sweet souls denied another breath.
Prayers float across the wind, and to my buzzing ears they came,
As children stand so watchful, their eyes cast to the flame.
My humanity's evasive - cold mirth fills my breast;
As those I once stood by are forever laid to rest.
What has become of me? Am I really so deranged?
"Find your humanity!" - But I doubt I'll ever change.
For there is yet no rescue, to come and set me free;
I'm but a monster cloaked inside the girl I long to be.
I dream tonight of winter's chill, to quell the fire's heat,
But insanity still nips at me, and pain still bittersweet.
Winter will not come for me, not forever, not tonight;
My humanity's evasive - and madness my respite.
My mind backs into shadows, and hides from all that's sage;
Evading my humanity till I feel nothing more than rage.
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CatGal15|11:00 PM|03.12.14
There is no deliverance, for my blackened evil soul;
There is only a blazing heat, and lumps of ash and coal.
This endless escapade, which drew me into plight,
Was lifted from its veil of madness - and I seek a sole respite.
A salvant for my aching wounds, which tear apart my flesh;
And goodbyes said to those sweet souls denied another breath.
Prayers float across the wind, and to my buzzing ears they came,
As children stand so watchful, their eyes cast to the flame.
My humanity's evasive - cold mirth fills my breast;
As those I once stood by are forever laid to rest.
What has become of me? Am I really so deranged?
"Find your humanity!" - But I doubt I'll ever change.
For there is yet no rescue, to come and set me free;
I'm but a monster cloaked inside the girl I long to be.
I dream tonight of winter's chill, to quell the fire's heat,
But insanity still nips at me, and pain still bittersweet.
Winter will not come for me, not forever, not tonight;
My humanity's evasive - and madness my respite.
My mind backs into shadows, and hides from all that's sage;
Evading my humanity till I feel nothing more than rage.
--
CatGal15|11:00 PM|03.12.14
Hola, nerdmigos! I'm sorry it's shorter than most of my work. I honestly felt like I could go on and on; however I didn't know how long it would be in Notepad. On my booklet it took up twenty-nine lines, so I figured I'd better wrap it up! This does not depict my feelings toward my loved ones, this was just what spewed out from whatever part of the brain that creates literature.
Copyright to me. May not under any circumstance be modified, republished, claimed or reused.
Copyright to me. May not under any circumstance be modified, republished, claimed or reused.
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