Within the past, blood that spilled. lost in desire. Caught in the glaze of love. Jeliously lost in the captive moment. Frozen in time. Within the hands of love, or is it possible hate? Still only frozen.Once again, captive to that second of that very day.
Oh how a heart longs for the warmth of the passion which is love. Or a visible appearence caught as a photo projected in my mind. Possibly only an illusion projected and protected by fools. Alas, I am one. But with me are many. Hear our voice. See our mind.
Now left only to believe the truth. That which has been from the beginning. Unchanging. Or so it would give the appearnce of. Yet appearences come to the minds of fools who's eye are decieved by illusions created within. And who beginnings were as a madman.
Hold me now for I am weakened by the day. As time is no longer on my side. But a reminder of how little days lie ahead.Yet over, how much pain will I yet be forced to endore? As weakness is not measured by pain, But by the overcoming of the pain.
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As today the sun shines to warm and strengthen the febble man I have become. Yet renewed I have a second wind. But as the breeze, It too must go. And I left in the stillness of the day. Is this the day I lay this body down as rest for it has now it's time to come.
Sleep in the wilderness as the gentle breeze blows your memories away. Casting your dreams as only your spirit, free to flow with the wind.Holding to the soul which is the rightous part of you. Rise spirit for now you are free. No more to feel the pain once a body rendered. Now lost inside a dream.
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