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My Road To Ruin
When my skin is ashen
Or a deathly pallor
And the hallowed gallows are grim and sallow
From the vile vicious verses I've fashioned
I wish it were simply imagined but I'm not that naive
When the saints and the angels grieve
It's too overwhelming and too sad to believe
Hope has turned a tragic corner
To these contented rooms I am but a foreigner
Hospitable houses and welcoming hands
Loving gestures I shall never understand
Leave me in the hands of the coroner
Explain it away as plainly as you can
But only as much as your heart can withstand
In details revealed but gradually
Lest you be yet another casualty
Lest you succumb to the same despair and decay
Wait until I'm taken away
There's nothing useful to say and no reason to pray
The spirit has lapsed and the soul swept away
A body dissolved to a pillar of salt
No point speculating who's been at fault
When the others have wept and subsequently left
And your spirit is bereft
And you crave for comfort and closure
In private you break your composure
In the throws of some cathartic moan
Tears spill in the moments alone
My Road to Ruin
We all have paths we take in life, some less hospitible than others and it is amusing to reflect and get insight on occasion
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Do bear with me, please. I
Do bear with me, please. I had never filmed myself before. It took me a few poems to finally get my stammering somewhat in check.
Hope has turned a tragic
Hope has turned a tragic corner
To these contented rooms I am but a foreigner
---well said.
haunting message.
"dying inside out"
creeps up and
i have felt this
too many times before..
quite a capture of an honest darkness.
Thank you very very much! I
Thank you very very much! I often feel as though my darkest thought are my most honest ones and the easiest for me to articulate. I guess we're both living on the fringes of joy much of the time.