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I’m screaming asleep
Begging for my wounds to weep
I’m crying awake
Knowing nothing can change in me
And I scream
I’m counting time
trying to keep awake
Listening to the sounds
of my heart as it breaks
Knowing nothing
can match the hate
That I feel for myself
and everything that I fake
Nothing is ever easy as it seems
And my eyes drift shut as I drift into dreams
Sending one last cry before I sleep
That my voice won’t be tortured by unholy screams
I’m screaming asleep
Begging for my wounds to weep
I’m crying awake
Knowing nothing can change in me
And I scream
I’m walking blind
trying to keep in step
Stumbling over mountains
built up in my head
Needing to feel
that I’m not made of lead
My emotions are real
and not buried for dead
Nothing is ever easy as it seems
And my eyes drift shut as I drift into dreams
Sending one last cry before I sleep
That my voice won’t be tortured by unholy screams
I’m screaming asleep
Begging for my wounds to weep
I’m crying awake
Knowing nothing can change in me
And I scream
Nothing is ever as easy as it seems
My eyes drift shut, I drift into dreams
Cursing god and everything that I've seen
‘Til my throat rips apart and releases my screams
I’m screaming asleep
Begging for my soul to weep
I’m dying awake
Knowing I can never change what’s in me
And I scream.
Begging for my wounds to weep
I’m crying awake
Knowing nothing can change in me
And I scream
I’m counting time
trying to keep awake
Listening to the sounds
of my heart as it breaks
Knowing nothing
can match the hate
That I feel for myself
and everything that I fake
Nothing is ever easy as it seems
And my eyes drift shut as I drift into dreams
Sending one last cry before I sleep
That my voice won’t be tortured by unholy screams
I’m screaming asleep
Begging for my wounds to weep
I’m crying awake
Knowing nothing can change in me
And I scream
I’m walking blind
trying to keep in step
Stumbling over mountains
built up in my head
Needing to feel
that I’m not made of lead
My emotions are real
and not buried for dead
Nothing is ever easy as it seems
And my eyes drift shut as I drift into dreams
Sending one last cry before I sleep
That my voice won’t be tortured by unholy screams
I’m screaming asleep
Begging for my wounds to weep
I’m crying awake
Knowing nothing can change in me
And I scream
Nothing is ever as easy as it seems
My eyes drift shut, I drift into dreams
Cursing god and everything that I've seen
‘Til my throat rips apart and releases my screams
I’m screaming asleep
Begging for my soul to weep
I’m dying awake
Knowing I can never change what’s in me
And I scream.
Literature
Letter's from Luceal
June 6th
It's been a year. A whole year, has gone and went in a blink of an eye. Damn.
I didn't really want to start writing. I think it's kind of stupid, but Hope talked me into it. Say's it'll be good to get stuff of my chest.
I don't even know why I'm writing these. It's not like your ever going to get them. Not like I'm ever going to send them.
Still, Hope says I should write down what happened. Holy Hell a year. I've been gone a year.
Damn I don't know where to start.
I asked Hope. He says to start from the beginning, but I don't really know where that is.
Did I ever tell you about my life before we met? Before Az brought me back?
I
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The Letter
Of me it always gets the better
A reminder of what you once were
It will stick to me no what what will occur
A piece of parper with so much meaning
A memory of the smile beaming
The memories tend to flow
It will always be a comfort to know
The degree of happiness that came
Of how you took my heart to claim
You may be distant from my heart
But the paper gives my day a start
The words you wrote are slowly fading
My mind is always one you're raiding
The moonlilght still shines below
Gleaming memories from a freshly fallen snow
The summer nights still remind me of the night
When your smile pierced through with an angel's light
No matter how
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Home.
The night is pitch-black all around, save for the uncountable mass of stars winking benevolently at me from the tarp of deepest indigo that hangs overhead. Everything feels suspended in that moment—the stars, the crescent moon, the sparse, gray-black clouds, this little island called Earth, and even myself. It feels as if my feet don't even touch the ground.
I feel as if I'm falling into them, the stars. There are so many of them, filling my field of vision, that I am taken by a sudden bout of dizziness and fall back into the Earth's gentle embrace. In response she twirls me around playfully, pulling me into a slow-motion
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Written several years ago, I can't remember exactly why. I would appreciate hearing any interpretations you lovely readers might like to share.
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My exact words after reading this, "Frikken hell."
It's beautiful and haunting.
When I read this I imagine that the speaker is trapped in his own mind, his dreams are pulling him through reality with chains. This poem is filled with torture and emotional deprivation. I've never read something so violent before. - just how my mind interprets it.