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tecoyahs' stuff (The Darkness that is Me)
Devils Due
When the dark holds sway, in my soul
eaten alive by this hungry leach of sorrow
slurp the blood of this coal black heart
beating in a corpse
when the end of pain draws near
such light as given paints a dim path
fleeting shadows seem ablaze after midnight existance
dancing in pity
eater of the damned, embrace this husk
forlorn shell cast aside by lumination
feast on this empty,decayed form
I hope you choke
Healthy buzz
These grapes show no wrath
Juice devoted to bliss
Create a reality of choice
Alone without a tinge of loneliness
Donning induced personality
Cares by the wayside gone
Place my worries in the empty bottle
If only life reflected this path
Everyday tasted like this
Unhindered work-a-day voice
Given to all this thoughtfulness
Cast off corrupt rationality
Decrying the truth of the con
Fly thru life with foot on the throttle
chilled inferno
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Scorched by life
my fire is swollen by engulfing yours
tasting wisps of furious blue
sampling white heat by the gale
licking such reds as your friction can deal
pregnant flame, seeded by your furnace
embers only remain,where once your blaze was banked
you sooth my lungs
such is your chilled inferno
An End
The toil and labor, years
Creating failure in relationship
A just reward is due for the effort
Just in the eyes of an unknown God
Emotion breeds pain for all but the avatar
Who has no need of it
Would life be a worthy journey
If not for such inescapable drama
The task of going on, is in itself
Entertainment enough for young souls
What of those who crave more
Mind over matters
What light you use, defines the bottom of the hole
air guitar
slithering past damp hair
a gentle whisper in my ear
gust of fury punctuating flows
mother nature with terrets syndrome
wildly unpredictable is the wind
the essence of tempest
the kiss of blown flakes
Colors
interrupted from closed eyed stupor
that red glow, smoldering
a retinal ember behind my consciousness
the heat of waking muscles, damn blinds
letting in the fractal beams
tearing old fabric
grasping at these ruined dreams
a ray of sun to stop the screams
illuminate the tragic
away these thoughts of magic
another interrupted night
another day upon my life
to dark to see my whitewashed emotions
to cold for ocher heat
others seem to notice the hues
seem to lift above the blues
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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