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I'm so lonely so I begged the walls to talk to me
but they won't want to talk to someone they can't see
I begged the wind to blow through my soul
and it replied at me and said it cant blow through a chest full of holes
I begged the rain to wash my pain
and it refused to wash to my heart because It's filled with stains
I begged my shadow to fight back
and it refused and said it can't fight with someone can't get himself on the right track
I begged myself to get ready to take its last breathe
but it replied and me and said if it do that I'm not gonna see the angel of death
I begged life and kept on begging and it said
that I should stop wasting time and start my grave digging
but they won't want to talk to someone they can't see
I begged the wind to blow through my soul
and it replied at me and said it cant blow through a chest full of holes
I begged the rain to wash my pain
and it refused to wash to my heart because It's filled with stains
I begged my shadow to fight back
and it refused and said it can't fight with someone can't get himself on the right track
I begged myself to get ready to take its last breathe
but it replied and me and said if it do that I'm not gonna see the angel of death
I begged life and kept on begging and it said
that I should stop wasting time and start my grave digging
Literature
Numb
What is it that I feel,
if anything at all?
Numbness sets
within my soul,
and I wonder
how I will ever
escape discomfort.
I cannot detect
the perimeters
of my canvas,
although it is
surely painted
in bleak tones.
-Brian Shuffett
August 18th, 2010
Literature
Decendant of Darkness
Angels of death consumes your
Anguished calls.
You fight.
You beg.
Undulating laughter echo from the darkness
In my heart.
I am the forgotten.
I am the reaper.
The evil cries out,
As I watch in silent awe.
The remnants of your mind
Is lost in the storm of death
that surrounds you.
There is no escape.
There is no resistance.
Here from the world i control.
The hearts echos their surrender.
Literature
Momentary Death
Each time our gazes meet
my rhythm skips,
and with each missed heartbeat
my sight's eclipsed.
For with each word divine
I catch my breath,
each time your eyes meet mine:
a little death.
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