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Running, we are always running...
I can hear screaming in my head; sounds of agony.
We are the living dead.
Feed me into the hell of this desolate land; when I'm gone there will be nothing left
It ended - discordant
no more important than might-have-been
and no more distant than the very phantasms of time.
But for all it was not... it was mine.
There is a piano playing in the background of our lives
And the darkness that seduces the world is drawing near
So tell me, my dear
Where are the iridescent stars now?
Speak to me at night-
Reach through the water
to where my ears listen,
at the bottom of the ocean.
I can hear screaming in my head; sounds of agony.
We are the living dead.
Feed me into the hell of this desolate land; when I'm gone there will be nothing left
It ended - discordant
no more important than might-have-been
and no more distant than the very phantasms of time.
But for all it was not... it was mine.
There is a piano playing in the background of our lives
And the darkness that seduces the world is drawing near
So tell me, my dear
Where are the iridescent stars now?
Speak to me at night-
Reach through the water
to where my ears listen,
at the bottom of the ocean.
This particular piece is a collaboration from a contest of the knownames group. These contributors are (in alphabetical order)
~frozen-fyre
~InTheStarryNightSky
*lil-vespia-noir
*wei-en
To contributors: Thank you so much for these lovely words you've written.
To everyone else: I hope you enjoyed the poem.
~frozen-fyre
~InTheStarryNightSky
*lil-vespia-noir
*wei-en
To contributors: Thank you so much for these lovely words you've written.
To everyone else: I hope you enjoyed the poem.
© 2013 - 2024 InTheStarryNightSky
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Ooh, the darkness that seduces the world... that's interesting. What style collaboration was it -- did everyone write a stanza?