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Cold was my soulUntold was the pain
I faced when you left me
A rose in the rain
So I swore to the razor
That never, enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins again
NEMESIS
laying in bed i think
to myself
of the numbers before me
the four digit line
of penetrating
realisation
that i will not sleep
like couldn?t sleep
the night before
or the night before
that one
wandering thoughts
discomfort it draws
to this soul i believed
to be of innocence
it?s those damned numbers
i think to my self
they are always looking at me
scanning me from
topmost to foundation
as if i were of consequence
a pretrial threat
that must not be ignored
i cannot forget
those confound numbers
all in an intelligent row
congregating and swarming around me
alone i feel so alone
but why
they are here
they are here with me
and only i can see them
keeping me observant
vigilant
eyes glazed with a frightening
image of the pressing squeezes
i am feeling around my heart
around my heart around my heart around my heart
in an attempted to spare my self
curtain my self cover my self
i raise my cold sheets above my eyes
forming a soft barrier of which
has not much configuration
nor constellation
but is the best my inextricable and
insufferable mind can come up with
in such an unorganised and
unpredictable assemblement
of the surrounding intolerance
that i have longed to escape
for god knows how long
time passes and i am
still ?protected? by
my self made barrier
the cold of the night is fresh
unlike that of the day;
jaded and confused
the nights air is skillful
swift and yet so still
finds all the corners that sits
untouched by that of the hours
before and after
again, more time passes
leaving me hidden and labored to silence
my arms are tired, aching
weariness clouds over
i can hear the rain out side
a thousand angels crying
soft melodic knocking
constant and refreshing
my eyes begin to close
the fists around my heart have loosened
they loosened quite awhile ago
but i hadn?t realised
all thoughts and memories have
slowed to a steady rhythm of
subconscious purification....
sleep..... sleep..... sleep..... sleep.....
-wait.....
what was it?
what was it that I was thinking earlier?
something about.......
numbers?
********.... the numbers!
what time is it?
i must know
last time i checked it was
2:04
how much time has passed
since then
my eyes are open again
and full of curiosity
but i shouldn?t look
?you know what happened last time?
a monotonous voice utters solemnly
echoing in my god forsaken mind
but i have to know
what time
what time could it be
have minutes passed since
my last peak?
or have hours gone by?
slowly my eyes rise above
the sheets that harbour me
i must know
i must know
oh s**t
the numbers
i shouldn?t have
i shouldn?t have looked
laying in bed I think
to myself
of the numbers before me
the four digit line
strangling my heart
numbing my mind....
~by Erii (tis me)
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All my friends are gone. They died. They all screamed and cried.
YOu wiLl ALL diE!!!I love KoRn and Manson, and love to write poems and stuff, so I'll probably write some in this journal...... yeah......
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