Sunday, May 1, 2011

Slitting The Soul Of Memories

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that wont leave
the darkness
of my soul
dark as dark
as charcoal
my poetic
angst
that floats
on the back
like a dead fish
in a glass bowl
a part of me
she stealthily
stole a part
without which
i cannot be whole
leaving me in pain
in a hell hole
as my hopes
flow down
a sinkhole
i seek her
through
my cameras
eye hole
up and down
her memories
i scroll
my body is lifeless
she has my controls
she is my systems
console to cause
me pain as long as
i live her cosmic goal

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