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Emotionally, physically, mentally, spiritually.
I’m slipping away, away from this place, away from everything. But there’s nowhere to go. And I’m stuck.
Stuck between the light and dark, halfway into the shadows, straying from the shade.
The day fades, again, Again, the night comes swiftly - street lamps flicker on, pale shine lights those steady stairs.
A night for walking, and talking, to the absent Gods.
For dreaming, and screaming, among the swaying lines.
Just let me lie
Fate signs away her dreams - the plan unravels. And leaves me here, breathing wasted air. Alone.
The leech crawls from his hole - fat and bloated - his nest in my strength, gorging away the dwindling whole.
The middle-road, the half light tugs away. And I stretch - flickering between the ways. Uncommitted, unsure, unwhole. I stretch away into the void, back and forth along the grey road.
Ah.
The night, the night - peace, from the light. But the leech stays, the pickpocket strays and the burrower claws deeper down - draining away what was left. And what’s no longer right.
Again, my feet - alone, of their own accord, my head nodding - find the steps. The giant’s way ... up .... up
Up the crystal stairs, I know so well, towards the torn clouds. Up, up again, laces tied tight.
This is my beat. The pattern of the night, the thief holds tight, and I feel myself slipping ... up.
My hands reach up, sallow skin, push through the shroud.
My fingertips brush against the clear night cloud.
No more.
The orange ever-glow breaks on the hill - calls me away.
The leech sinks down again, done today.
The burrower packs his tools, fades gently with the street shine.
The thief sneaks another sliver from the bowl, back inside - away.
Everything leaves me.
Drained.
And I’m dragged. Back. Raked, into the world of light once more - the life, the real.
Reeling me in, needles at my veins. A new heart beats slumbered blood.
The racing, ever pacing throb of life around.
The poke, and prod - to test, to see - the expected goal bound out from me.
A life for one, set up to stay.
Forced to care, share the pain with absent strangers who flicker away. I long for the night, the rest - but know, still know, the leech is only resting now.
My nails retreat, nerves end, burnt out against the grey.
Light!
The pain of life retreats. Leaves me, again, swaying on my feet.
More leaves - wounded, ashen fire. And I’m drained, still drained - bracing for the night.
The night I love.
The night I share, with those, who take the same.
The evening draws again, the leech retains,
The streak of oils, chalked, pastel sky.
The moon waves by, shattered face beckons, and the feet find the sunken stair.
Ascend, through fall - with my three, to share.
Tonight the pale light grows, shows the flight to be - a stair of oaken steel, flash of red.
The feet, laces loose, climb up again towards the noose.
My goal, my gaol - eternal home.
The cloud thins, the noise dims, and again (again) I brush the tartan sky.
One eyes strays, above the shroud.
The crystal stair stays firm.
The orange ever-glow remains in hide.
I am here - whole, alone and free.
A single wing, one beat - at last I see.
The nothing, nothing, that they stole from me.
I’m slipping away, away from this place, away from everything. But there’s nowhere to go. And I’m stuck.
Stuck between the light and dark, halfway into the shadows, straying from the shade.
The day fades, again, Again, the night comes swiftly - street lamps flicker on, pale shine lights those steady stairs.
A night for walking, and talking, to the absent Gods.
For dreaming, and screaming, among the swaying lines.
Just let me lie
Fate signs away her dreams - the plan unravels. And leaves me here, breathing wasted air. Alone.
The leech crawls from his hole - fat and bloated - his nest in my strength, gorging away the dwindling whole.
The middle-road, the half light tugs away. And I stretch - flickering between the ways. Uncommitted, unsure, unwhole. I stretch away into the void, back and forth along the grey road.
Ah.
The night, the night - peace, from the light. But the leech stays, the pickpocket strays and the burrower claws deeper down - draining away what was left. And what’s no longer right.
Again, my feet - alone, of their own accord, my head nodding - find the steps. The giant’s way ... up .... up
Up the crystal stairs, I know so well, towards the torn clouds. Up, up again, laces tied tight.
This is my beat. The pattern of the night, the thief holds tight, and I feel myself slipping ... up.
My hands reach up, sallow skin, push through the shroud.
My fingertips brush against the clear night cloud.
No more.
The orange ever-glow breaks on the hill - calls me away.
The leech sinks down again, done today.
The burrower packs his tools, fades gently with the street shine.
The thief sneaks another sliver from the bowl, back inside - away.
Everything leaves me.
Drained.
And I’m dragged. Back. Raked, into the world of light once more - the life, the real.
Reeling me in, needles at my veins. A new heart beats slumbered blood.
The racing, ever pacing throb of life around.
The poke, and prod - to test, to see - the expected goal bound out from me.
A life for one, set up to stay.
Forced to care, share the pain with absent strangers who flicker away. I long for the night, the rest - but know, still know, the leech is only resting now.
My nails retreat, nerves end, burnt out against the grey.
Light!
The pain of life retreats. Leaves me, again, swaying on my feet.
More leaves - wounded, ashen fire. And I’m drained, still drained - bracing for the night.
The night I love.
The night I share, with those, who take the same.
The evening draws again, the leech retains,
The streak of oils, chalked, pastel sky.
The moon waves by, shattered face beckons, and the feet find the sunken stair.
Ascend, through fall - with my three, to share.
Tonight the pale light grows, shows the flight to be - a stair of oaken steel, flash of red.
The feet, laces loose, climb up again towards the noose.
My goal, my gaol - eternal home.
The cloud thins, the noise dims, and again (again) I brush the tartan sky.
One eyes strays, above the shroud.
The crystal stair stays firm.
The orange ever-glow remains in hide.
I am here - whole, alone and free.
A single wing, one beat - at last I see.
The nothing, nothing, that they stole from me.
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Lovely.
Like my crotch.
You should see the size of my ego right now.
Bulgey.
Bulgey.
Ok, somewhere along the line an umbillical cord formed around this and stuck on my middle stomache.
*Emotional bond with this thread now formed*
That was awesome.
Even though I'm lying.
It never left me in awe.
It left me wanting to read more.
:¬P
*Emotional bond with this thread now formed*
That was awesome.
Even though I'm lying.
It never left me in awe.
It left me wanting to read more.
:¬P
It was good, is this how you really feel?
One of the best things I've ever read. Not as good as the spoon thing, but still pure excellence.
John Hurt's gravel-voice was in my head when I was reading it.
YeY
It's not that I just liked it, I enjoyed it.
There's a truck load of stuff written for these forums that you say you can like, or it was good. But there's not many that you can enjoy reading, if you understand what I mean.
So if you accomplish that, then yey.
There's a truck load of stuff written for these forums that you say you can like, or it was good. But there's not many that you can enjoy reading, if you understand what I mean.
So if you accomplish that, then yey.
Why thankyou, Zully, I appriciate it.
I'm beginning to get a better grip on the more abstract stuff like this and am rather pleased with how it turned out. Glad you liked it.
I'm beginning to get a better grip on the more abstract stuff like this and am rather pleased with how it turned out. Glad you liked it.
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