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Abyss

Within each man woman and child you will find the dark side of a husk, growing and never faltering, I am the abyss, your depression, your pain, your primordial hate; some will fall, and some will rise.

Hell itself resides within us all at some point or another, be it you next? Are you an angel or are you a thing of purgatory? Young bleeding hearts may feed my strength, I am the wolf, stalking my prey from the deep sanguine shadows; I will stain your infant world with horror.

If you stare into me I will always stare into you, the old may be blind but the young can see me just fine: the distorted siren of your soul; the holiest light may never scorch me.

Vulnerable hearts change their devotion, love for life turns to love of emotion, manifesting within yourself like a melancholy potion. Burning against your skin, my pain is cured by no lotion.

At the end of it all you're all bound to fall, after life you descend to that hellish hall, a life full of gall of posturing and acting tall you'll find your corpse a shell ever so cool.

For what am I?

The Abyss, slayer of young hearts and taker of arrogance.

You look in side me

Into my heart

What do you see 

Dreams, wishes and prayers 

What do you see in there that makes you want me

I look in side me

Into my heart

What do I see

Hate, pain, demons

I want to I see in there that makes you want me

We look and see nothing the same

I see what I know

You see what you know

Because of this I can grow

Tell me, is it ever really "Okay?"

At times I wish I could disappear, away from the day.

Tell me, was it really all a mystery?

Or was I really something plagued by history?

Judge me, try to reason my scars,

Yet, were you there for  my unreasonable wars?

Did you ever set foot in my shoes?

Taken account of what brings the blues?

Tell me, does it really matter?

If I was any more the sadder?

Perhaps it's just my business, only my trouble.

Not another place to intrude into my bubble.

I'll solve my self alone, and myself alone only

Not for you to break my silence, maybe tonight, I'd just like to be lonely.

Blame my shortcomings for my scars if you dare.

For me, it just occurred, the past isn't something I ever chose to wear.

Take a black felt-tipped pen?

Rip a sparkling-white piece of paper out of a fresh notebook?

Without thinking make one single dot anywhere on the page?

Without thinking make a second dot anywhere on the paper?

Thinking as hard as you can?

Draw whatever line you'd like?

You don't have to start or stop at any point?

Without thinking put the piece of paper up to a light?

Close your eyes?

Draw what you just drew on the sparkling-white piece of fresh notebook paper in your mind-eye?

Then draw it again?

Draw it backwards?

Draw it upside-down?

Then don't draw it?

Open your eyes?

Take the piece of black felt-tip inked paper and crumple it up?

Think of nothing?

Think of everything?

Can you see it?

Don't see it?

What is there to see?

What paper?

Dots?

What lines?

What thought?

Backwards?

Upside-down?

Close?

Open?

You?

Self?

See?

Directions?

cardboard memories shadows dweling in the sun..
let me touch you to know what it is to be alive..
let me feel you deep inside and surrender to you to feel that life flowing pure into your embrace..
i look to see if i live and my eyes stutter across your beautiful skin and therein lies my answer..