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A Dark Christmas
So again it seems
That time is here
A season of dreams
They only disappear
The visions of snow
Of a better place
A cold lonely show
I can't replace
The bright lights
Can't block it out
The solitary nights
The constant doubt
Holidays drawing in
Time to settle down
To a darkness within
Under it I'll drown
Happiness has fled
Leaving me behind
My joy lies dead
Rotting in my mind
Winter's icy blade
Digging in so deep
The pain remained
When I try to sleep
Where's that feeling
You're suppose to get
Instead I'm concealing
How I'm always upset
Shouldn't want to cry
At this time the year
No matter how I try
I'm still hurting here
Because I still care
I may now understand
So painfully aware
I've lost your hand
Seen any chance fade
I should have known
When logic is obeyed
I would remain alone
So again it seems
That time is here
A season of dreams
They only disappear
The visions of snow
Of a better place
A cold lonely show
I can't replace
The bright lights
Can't block it out
The solitary nights
The constant doubt
Holidays drawing in
Time to settle down
To a darkness within
Under it I'll drown
Happiness has fled
Leaving me behind
My joy lies dead
Rotting in my mind
Winter's icy blade
Digging in so deep
The pain remained
When I try to sleep
Where's that feeling
You're suppose to get
Instead I'm concealing
How I'm always upset
Shouldn't want to cry
At this time the year
No matter how I try
I'm still hurting here
Because I still care
I may now understand
So painfully aware
I've lost your hand
Seen any chance fade
I should have known
When logic is obeyed
I would remain alone
Literature
Conventional Tragedies
Her mother was a sphinx, she was her favorite riddle,
her father played lullabies on Lucifer's fiddle.
Her facade was a doll, with a torn out pull string,
she lost it in a battle with an innerspring.
Her hopes were static ivy that crackled so high,
white noise never failed in making her cry.
Her belly was a bird cage that was empty inside,
she buried the song in her mind when it died.
Her skin was a roadmap of savage tattoos,
and bruised evil eyes inked in with voodoo.
Her hair was a tangle of fate 'round her head,
so she cut it off madly, and colored it red.
Her heart was a temple, without any worship,
'till spiders replaced lov
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A Fool
I never thought I would be here, in this position.
I never thought that I would let this happen to me.
I thought I was better than that.
I believed you.
You seemed so perfect.
Everything about you was exhilarating.
Flawless.
I believed you.
I would not listen to the warnings.
They did not know you like I did.
They were erroneous.
I believed you.
You have taken all I have.
Everything valuable to me is gone.
I just cannot the fact that…
I believed you.
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Fragments of You and Me
I
fell in love with a stranger´s laugh
in the kitchen, Monday afternoon
He forgot his front door keys here and
concluded he had to stay for a while, so sorry
I said, if I find it I´ll throw it in the lake
You
locked us in the paradise garden
painted flowers on my body
and let the starlight breathe life into them
I
counted the times my heart skipped a beat when you called my name
stopped counting when my brain didn´t work anymore
- why did my heart still work
You
said you´d buy me a respirator
so you can kiss me until we can´t breathe anymore
and don´t have to fear you´d kill me
She
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That time of the year has once again turned up and this time around it is rather short of the theoretical joy it is supposed to be - a general combination of the regular lack of cheeriness that I'm stuck with which has then been amplified through the contrast to the rest of the world and through the disparity makes everything seem so much worse
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I love this piece. (After it took me a month to read it... >.>) It really is beautiful. <3