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a Ballad of Madness
Imprisoned by the dark corners of my mind
As all these twisted thoughts free flow
Burning a hole through everything
Days become silent and transparent
As the silence screams
Shattering the glass of what was everything
Lost for words Theres nothing left to say
Leaving my morals to decay
Withering the dust of my bones
Breaching hell on its deepest level
Chasings angels as I’m dancing with the devil
Breaking down the facts
There’s too many faces in me
They talk too much, feeding me ideas
Breaking themselves against my stones
Eradicating a head full of disease
Rain taps the window
Soft finger prints riddle the glass
Salvation comes to me in my dreams
when in reality it’s all falling apart at the seams
Just hold your head up and know
it’s not the end of the road
very nice...i completely
very nice...i completely enjoyed this poem. These lines, for me so intimate, as I am one who works when the stars are out ans sleeps in the daylight--- and oh...how twisted things become on my supposed-to-be- "days' off...the night, the stars, the moon....become what you live for on your precious time off on this shift. Your solace and solitude plentiful as your time is spent when the world sleeps.... Beautiful ending as well..
"Relizing your trying to hold it up on broken legs
Breaching hell on the deepest level
Looking for angels but forced to dance with the devil
Day's become silent and transparent
Living in between illusion and grey
Memories become a drug that has no light
Turning you inside out till you lost sight
When the sun sleeps, Stars bring solace"
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "