Trapped in the prison of your heart.
Cold blooded creatures of the night.
Shackled to my ambition with rusty chains.
Our demise may never come soon enough.
A long lost eternity just waiting to happen.
Standing alone on the precipice of life.
Yearning for love in the dark cave of your soul.
Exhibitions of the immortality you crave.
In a starry night the moon floats gently away.
Through darkness comes the heavenly light.
Eternity rests calmly on our fingertips.
The trigger slips and time slows to a stop.
The precious sounds of insanity rise once more.
Fill my mind with madness.
Fuelled gracefully to cleanse the perceptive windows of time.
Consciousness exceeds its inevitable vulnerability.
As first came to last now last may come first.
Euphoria tainted by the exuberance of boredom.
Bestow on me the forbidden fruits of life.
For death may come at last - to set me free -
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Poetry of the Anonymous
PoesíaThe poetry of the anonymous who suffer through depression in silence; perpetually trapped within a purgatory of painful paradoxes.
