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I dare you not,
To reach into your pocket,
A sprite of the contemporary,
Existence is born.
And breathe in this moment,
For I bid you to listen to me.
I stand before the mirror,
Fingers rake across my back,
My spine breaks apart,
And I am back to my broken state.
Fire now, and destroy this shallow remembrance.
I cannot sit in this prison anymore.
I ask myself to break free of these chains in my mind,
But of all the enemies in my brain, none is stronger than my heart.
Someone please liberate me.
There is a stranger in my eyes,
And he rapes everything I own.
Carries a plague to my heart.
Dare me to release this monster,
I bid you entrance, to see this being.
A stranger, someone else.
And he begs to be set free!
As long as this fire shall burn,
This memory, is what becomes of me.
Feed off my thoughts,
Bathe in the waters of my bleeding heart.
And revel in what becomes an essence,
An essential ingredient of fear.
I thought I could keep it a secret,
Confide in the shadows of degradation.
But I didn't know it could hear me,
And he murders my soul once again.
Dare me to touch the heat,
For I have felt the touch of evil,
And ice fills my veins,
What have I done to myself?
Someone please liberate me.
There is a stranger in my eyes,
And he rapes everything I own.
Carries a plague to my heart.
Dare me to release this monster,
I bid you entrance, to see this being.
A stranger, someone else.
And he begs to be set free!
Don't tell me what to believe,
For it means nothing for me.
A grand illusion to stare.
But I can still feel his grip on me!
He rips through my skin, begging to breathe,
All of my efforts to contain him are in vein.
I reach into the waters of oblivion,
Begging to be relinquished from this fear.
No one understands,
Is anyone screaming?
Am I dreaming? Please help me,
For I see his shadow looming over me.
I cannot get out of here!
A labyrinth of fear and anger,
A door of doubt, I need a hammer,
To break away through the ice of my soul!
Someone please liberate me.
There is a stranger in my eyes,
And he rapes everything I own.
Carries a plague to my heart.
Dare me to release this monster,
I bid you entrance, to see this being.
A stranger, someone else.
And he begs to be set free!
- by Lord Avon Feron |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/02/2009 |
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- Title: Spectral Image
- Artist: Lord Avon Feron
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Description:
A neat little poem that I wrote right out in a few moments. I have been listening to a lot of Blind Guardian lately, so that can explain the writing style for this one. If you need to know what it is about, it is a short account of the central doubt that runs through all people.
Comment, rate, give constructive feedback. - Date: 08/02/2009
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Comments (3 Comments)
- Mary is a Manatee - 08/16/2009
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This is absolutely beautiful.
I appreciate the beauty of classic noir poetry.
The repetition is a bit excessive, but proves your point.
But overall, me likey. :]
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- possum fool - 08/06/2009
- very nice..4/5.
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- FilipStiq - 08/04/2009
- WELL DONE
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