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Written: 08~26~04





Decorated memories.

They call me a liar.

Break me into tiny fragments.

Ashes easily blown away by bitter winds.

Messengers to the mourning.

Passengers to the weak and unfeeling.

Leeches feeding upon what remains.

Incoherent thoughts.

Unfulfilled dreams.

Beckon like a lighthouse’s flashing peace.



I feel them pulling me apart.

Dragging my soul to the damned.

Forcing me to pick up the blade.

Innocence lost in a single action.

Killing all that held my future.

Bleeding away a life meant for more.



It slips from my grasp.

Reason, sanity, love.

Nothing holding me back

Blackening my mind with madness.

Words holding no meaning.

Faces flickering in rapid succession before me.

Those who never cared.

Some who always did.

Why couldn’t they see the haunted look in my eyes.

When time could have been saved.



Before everything was taken.

Forcing my ambitions to be slain.

As I slowly wipe clean the blade.

Eyes hold only fear.

The chill of the grave awaiting.

As they stare up in disbelief.

I feel no guilt.

I’m beyond grieving.

Beyond normal reasoning.



An echo continuously repeats.

Is all that remains.

Filling the silence in my head.

It screams to be heard.

Assassin.



The reaper of deaths disease.