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An Easing Red
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2004 Silent knocking hello
Of a forbidden wanderer
Waiting for his
Single dropped poison
To consume me
Drowsed in a dream
Of a romantic darkness
One that holds
The ebony of a soul
Stuck in the hollow tides of
Dark, cold, damp sand
Dim, brisk, dew of night
The array of dirt rotted shells
Leaves a message
Of intriguing enlightment
These tiny companions can relate
Trapped inside by their morals
Contains itself, though still
A hole,
A tunnel,
A chamber,
Rethinking
My mind alone
The irony
I'm never alone
Held captive by an unwanted guest
The sickening full-mouth
Sonorous silence
Is ripping away my skin
Eating away my independence
Only a thief had the heart
He stole my soul
Don't accuse me
I never felt the pain
Never saw the red
Easing down my arms
Who has done it?
Not I
Not Mine
Not me
