Fun to watch scary horror clips on the computer when it's pitch black, isn't it?
Why do I defy
We are all so blind
Who knows what we'll find
Horrible deaths, or sordid mistakes
Saddening endings to wonderful lives
But still, in the vulnerable throes of night
The voices, the mists of blanked minds
call out
To you, to you
You deaf being, arise!
I call, and you scream
I come, and you run
I touch, and you turn
I speak, and you-
Hide- I lose sight of my chance
To contact my old world
It was here, it was here!
It was here, but it's gone
It was here but
it fell
It fell from my grasp
To the hell-bound abyss
Poetry by Inchworm
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Written on 2007-04-25 at 16:03
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The Spirit Poems
Why do I denyWhy do I defy
We are all so blind
Who knows what we'll find
Horrible deaths, or sordid mistakes
Saddening endings to wonderful lives
But still, in the vulnerable throes of night
The voices, the mists of blanked minds
call out
To you, to you
You deaf being, arise!
I call, and you scream
I come, and you run
I touch, and you turn
I speak, and you-
Hide- I lose sight of my chance
To contact my old world
It was here, it was here!
It was here, but it's gone
It was here but
it fell
It fell from my grasp
To the hell-bound abyss
Poetry by Inchworm
Read 542 times
Written on 2007-04-25 at 16:03
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