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Sweat, a gasp and a start.
To wake with a broken heart.
Grasping some forgotten art.
Forcing through the veil.
Wishing it'd been able to prevail.
The silent wail.
A song not sung, kept to brood.
A hole left behind, to tarnish the good.
Where once was pleasing servitude.
Now there is only terror.
To wake up confused.
Unaware of what in the mirror
staring back, refused.
- by Voluntary Insanity |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/11/2009 |
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- Title: Terrors in the night.
- Artist: Voluntary Insanity
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Description:
Sometimes insanity appears in the mind of a troubled dream.
Dripping with nostalgia, drenched in what was once desire.
From these founts, pours inspiration.
From this spring, I find my recollection.
I find what keeps me from peace. - Date: 01/11/2009
- Tags: terrors night
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Comments (1 Comments)
- meair - 01/11/2009
- I loved it. Very well written; it really puts you in the moment.
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