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emboding time
April 24th, 2008 by nickcw
Time…shallow as water
frickle as fate
fake like destiny
held by strings of a mindless puppet
controlled like a dog on a leash
chained to a wall through my mind
mind shattered and broken
the ender of life
acts to illusions of reactions
pushing deep into a spiral highway of false turns
under a shadows rule
and stealing your domanice
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Closed Door
April 24th, 2008 by nickcw
door wooden on blocks of smaller ones
soo close to the floor
Thick smell of carpet
Holding many termits within it hollow surface
blocking my thoughts
locking away the outside
ding nothing but giving an expression less stare
The towering shadow consuming mine
consuming the soul
losing all the hope
in a void of endless plunder
forcing only to suckle in darkness
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Burning Truth
April 16th, 2008 by nickcw
We all walk in a meadow of sinStrolling alone without cares of another whim
Wonder where our sin will be feed from the lies of those long dead
They die and we wait praying in the night
For a sign of guidance for a glimmer of light
We do not know the crimes we may commit against our selves in this idiotic twit but still we pray for even a small bit Though we all walk
And only some do is just talkWe believe that we are better then most
Trying to hold ourselves higher then those of rivals
Trying to always be better and higher on the top
Thinking we are popular among the fellows who walk the meadows of lies
Listening to there rot and locus of lies
The stitch of this we have grown to tolerate.
No longer holding our heads above but sniffing it well
Light a newly sparked cigarette you may find in a well
Damp and wet but its purpose well The burning crisp of it cancerous smell
Polluting your mind all to well
Them rhythm motions of this poem does tell a tale but that of human malice
This only ends far from wellSide track and going in puns the meadow glosses with glimmering bugs
Toxic and foul to touch and to taste because they made from the waste of the human race
Though humans hold themselves high and with such might they forget the light the once long ago held so tight Soon the burning truth enters your mind
The blind fold of ignorance that once was held over your eyes revels the lights shine in the dis.
The mist of lies and torment are expelled from your mind and scatter across the fields like tigers hunting there prey
You topple over among it all, the hellish meadow you would dare not fall
The malice of flies crawls underneath your skin and your mouth full of worms that capture your tongue.Once a being of tainted possession now a helps prey to be devoured by those who linger in meadow of all.
Near the death of your life, to see the truth for what it is you see a lightOnce lovely and bright you are filled with pride
Walking towards the light approaching it with all your mightRunning faster and faster to the sheering light to only burn down in a menacing strike
Turning to the worms of which your race it you remain in the plain of meadowsAmong the bugs born from your sins and the children born out of those lies.
A family yes but nothing more
Then just blind worms on the floor
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I used to be….but now….
April 3rd, 2008 by nickcw
I used to happy and full of spottiness joy.
I used to be full of pride and heroism.
I used to be good and golden, coated in bronze steel to hold away harm.
I used to be quick and fast; aiding those who called for aid.
I used to be a shining symbol of hope and innocent in the world.
I used to showing the hope of light filling the darkness but now I’m not
The years turn and the sand grows dim
My body grows and my heart shrinks thin
But now my joy and happiness is petrified by medusas stare.
But now my pride is only replace with moral honor and manipulation
But now the golden armor I once held high in now a flesh and bone rotting carcass of those I despise
Once quick to aid I’m now swift and dark, I don’t those I chase I hang there name in the dirt.
But now a once shinning symbol of innocent I became a symbol of lies and malice.
But now I no longer hold the light in darkness; linger in it filth, being infested by the pelage that haunts the earth sadly known as humanity. Cast from the like and loathed in the dark.
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