Loki Wyrd Posted August 19, 2003 Report Posted August 19, 2003 (edited) I feel power flowing from me Letting go is such a release Beautiful in its serenity My world seems so small Trapped within my soul That which is not seems so real I want to go off and explore The world inside of me Leaving behind only a worthless mass of flesh Cold and lonely, unloved Abandoned for hopes of something better Something more Living within your mind A place of mystery All secrets lain open to be revealed The beauty parts way to the dark A sickness grows within Amongst the beauty is a cold place Horrible to the touch An eternity of sorrow A place where hope does not exist Where the weak are beaten And the destitute spat upon The touch of cold steel to flesh Pleasure beyond words From the sickness sprouts forth life Vines entwining it Hiding behind a drape of life ------------------------------------------------------------- I see all All that is All that has been All that will be As ghosts it all appears before me Echoes through time A receptive ear I offer Stepping through the doorways Those that are not Pleasure or pain reaches to me Immersing myself in that which is not mine Feeling it with me Surging throughout Radiating from within I feel that which is That which is not That which could be I bring them forth They are me Would you care to come Come and see Don't be afraid Of that you shouldn't see And think of the others The others that are looking at me Edited August 19, 2003 by Loki Wyrd
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