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At the stroke of twilight,i laid on my bed,

all the words to speak but nothing was said,

nothing was said for it was all in my head,

this head of mine that was so full of dread,

my dreaded head that laid on this bed,

my body shaked like it wanted to be lead,

but where shall i lead it? If those words could be said,

to the basement,or the roof,or perhaps to the shed?,

that too filled this head with such a daunting dread,

but then i heard a voice that… Continue

The memorys of my past,

would ecoh through my mind,

they spoke only in riddles,

& belong only in time;



I was fearful to look,

past all that pain,

to search out the truth,

that would keep me sane;



The blood of my heart,

& the mist of my eyes,

those hands that trembled,

chained by those lies;



i did'nt wish to live,

but would not seek to die,

all i wanted was to laugh,

but all i could,was to… Continue

In the process of lust,

your find its a must,

that your life will combust,

& leave you to rust;



You can't put up a fuss,

nor a sigh,or a cuss,

for your mind is a bust,

filled with said lust;



The dead can not see,

nor speak of a thought,

but they shall be called blessed,

when compared to your lot;



& if you find what i say,

to be worried & gray,

then let me add,if i may,

a word that will… Continue