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Tuesday, December 28, 2004

Ode to Me

Perpetual drumbeats of a heart
Loneliness creeping in slowly
Worming in and not letting go
Like cancer
Fatalistic to the very core

The cheer outside seems foreign to me
Deaf to their laughter and joy
I have Sorrow as my bedmate
Anger as my companion
And Angst as my brother-in-arms

They dance and drink
While my heart burns
With anger and yearns
For bloodshed to appease
My bloodlust needs a feast

I am gone
Beyond salvation and all hope
Emptiness is me
Holding a shield of Fear
And a sword of Anger

Seeking to banquish all
That is good




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At 11:03 pm, Blogger Rhys D. said...

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I do have MSN,
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"My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.
They have turned night into day,
and after darkness I hope for light again.
If I wait hell is my house, and I have
made my bed in darkness.
I have said to rottenness: thou art
my father; to worms, my mother and
my sister.
Where is now then my expectation,
and who considereth my patience?
All that I have shall go down into
the deepest pit: thinkest thou that there
at least I shall have rest?"

Job 17:11-16 dv.

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