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So Wrong, So Alive
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Dark Poetry Why does something so wrong,
so morally cruel,
feel so right in the arms of another?
Heaven's in flames and the picture frames burn to ash with a single, fiery kiss.
Angels fall and scream their shame
as they melt in this inferno rain.
And regret is not on replay.
(So wrong.)
No shame as I walked through the graves.
Dug my own and jumped inside to lay.
Not for long--just to know the feeling of feeling again.
I climbed out--dug my way back--and wiped my hands clean.
No more machine--no robotics;
motions mechanical, emotions maniacal.
It's been awhile--quite awhile--since I've climbed this high, felt this alive.
(So wrong.)
So right to fly--to be free.
Came so far from where I used to be.
But among the trail of broken bones, lies someone I've never known, who thought she knew me.
But mistakenly, she was wrong.
(So wrong.)
She wasn't so, though, as I pulled her from the rubble and struggled with the resemblance of my childhood left behind.
