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the gnashing tearing
fractured grinding
breaking snapping
screaming whites of eyes
unseeing grasping running
bleeding flowing flooding
drowning choking pain of
the noise droning
in the return from solitude
banishment seems a glorious
gift a release from the flaring
burning stinging thaughts of
fitting in squeezing crushing
in to conform to the norms
love a bane of sad men dragged
by chains to the knees of
solemn angels and sphinxes
our bodies become sad suicidal
weapons our voices knives slicing
at those we once dreaded loving
we become complete revenant swords
furious burning hammers pounding and
shaping the sad loud world
untill all becomes mechanical
dead cold and lifeless
a force of metalic irony
- by Bazil Valentine |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/23/2009 |
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- Title: to Return
- Artist: Bazil Valentine
- Description: a poem on how being in solitude or banished is often better then living being with society
- Date: 03/23/2009
- Tags: return pain banishment
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