Dan (notunique) wrote,
Dan
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Art is war...

"My pain...my pride...these scars are mine"

Sweet lucid thots pour onto paper like tears staining the pillow...hope flew like a leaf in the wind...lost forever in the endless space where there is no hand to catch before its too late...Sanity will be granted once reason is abandoned..."Ressurection is for those who didnt get it right the first time"

This is the begining of the end...the apocalypse will be four horsemen into the fires of imagination. A hydra crawling beneath the skin...a constant reminder of memories...creating eternal scars eteched in the skin..."Everything is dead...Every day is black...Word becomes flesh...Bloodied, burned, and scratched..."

An empty room filled with thots and flooded with candlelight...words scrawled on the walls in a final act of desperation...the door is open but the handle is decayed...emotions are released into the day casting a dark cloud over the sun...there is release...music plays in the background...the final symphony to a life of tradgey...the faint auora of finality encircles the room...this is where it began...then this is where it will end...the elucidation of pain is the only thing that matters...pictures are worth a thousand words of sorrow...images that created despair cast a shadow over the pale face...the eyes darken into pools of lost hope...black orbs which blink back a tear...everything is silent...deafening the room...blood flows the colour of the crimson red lips onto the tarnished skin...this is the way...this is salvation...hidden in a snapshot of time...the candles slowly burn out like the soul of an empty shell...fading into the eternal void which encompasses the room...silence...an eerie stillness which seems to bring peace to the auora of the room...the door is closed and locked...like the memory of what once was..and could have been...
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