Friday, November 25, 2011

Collab by the Idealist, Cynic, and the other person who doesn't yet have a title

A sickly glow pervades my eyes
A mourning crow shrills and cries
Upon the glass, a spidery crack
Lets free some of the soul that I lack
And let other fragments fill the gaps
But the pieces crumble, we fall into relapse
My soul can't crumble if it's never been whole
My life ain't complete if I can't be bold
Our lives forced upon us we now must end
Ourselves, so ourselves ourselves will rend
Them, them, only they can fend
Fend, fend, stave off the hands
Lest death touches my heart
And life tears me apart
And tears like fabric at the seams
And shows those smiting sunbeams
Along comes a chap, creepily cheery
When all else surrounds with bleak and bleary
And salvation lurks beyond our reach
Detected demise sends shudders, we cringe
A foreboding sense of impending doom
Overcomes me like a nightshade's gloom
Tunnel of light in me sucked by ghostly breath
I feel my soul die, chanting "prop, eth, meth..."
The deathly words pierce me inside out
Air viciously and quickly sucked out
From every orifice, your life depleted
Yourself leaking from yourself, your soul eated
The ever winding path to self-salvation never ends
But the wounds upon your spirit never mends
Spirit lost, heart lost, mind lost, soul lost
Hopes tossed, light robbed, love lost, dreams tossed
But the shadows ebb away in keep
My grievances, sorrows and misery deep

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