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The True Death(Inspired by Chapter 54 of The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel; Book 3- The Sorceress)The True Death by Avix215
Someone needs to remember
The person who loved
The person who cared
The person who lived
The person whose sweat
Drop by drop
Shaped his life
His future, his destiny
That future is now a past
His hopes and wishes
But he needs to be remembered
Remembered for his deeds
Remembered for his misfortunes
Remembered for his actions
Remembered for his sins
He laughed, he smiled
He is now ash
He played, he worked
Now he's gone
He was varied
At times blooming and bursting
Sullen and depressed
His spectrum shines on
Time will not stale
If he is remembered
He is forever lost
In the realm of murky indifference
Just another soul
Of countless billions
They will look past
Blasé and uncaring
What is his life
Compared to the multitude
But without perspective
His life suddenly becomes
A rich tapestry
Woven with a billion billion strands
He shivered in
Unsung WordsIt's the way one word would roll out of my tongueUnsung Words by Sammur-amat
and your world could come undone
It's the way I cannot help but feel the need
to patch you up, heart and skin and bone
It's the way your soul's brokenness calls out to be loved
by them and them and most especially by me
It's the way your toes curl at the sound of my footsteps;
how your smile can exist by my smile alone
It's the way you are a piece of me, my peace
when did you become my home?
It's the way I know I will be able to find you
even in the darkest of nights
It's the way your past scars and scabs have become my own
every blue and bruise you bore made you more beautiful
It's the way haunting melodies belong to us
and I always think of you
It's the way that even with me in your arms I'm battling
loneliness as I crave for you each minute
It's the way you haven't realized how I want you
even after proof of our once existence fades
It's the way it can't be helped that I will choose
360 Blind Eyes360° Blind Eyes360 Blind Eyes by MalikPeterson
Those street corner pharmacies don't bother me...
cooking up that crack...
serving that black...
caramelizing those apples...
crystallizing that meth...
but at least it's not my kitchen...
He's Robin Hood...
on the level that Hollywood...
would be in contention...
terrorizing the scene...
mad scientist splicing the genes...
with killing machines...
but at least it's not my dimension...
They combine these positions...
with Columbine vision...
plus out-of-mind conditions...
lead to out-of-body renditions...
a suicidal homicide mission...
but at least it's not my decision...
and it's not my problem...
not my solution...
not my blood...
so it's not my ablution...
not my business...
not my institution...
it's not my crime...
so it's not my execution...
You know it's not my world...
these are not my people...
they are not my equals...
this is not my power...
this is not my evil...
this is not my chase...
they are not my steeples...
this is not my realm...
summer 1987i hope you pull out old photo albumssummer 1987 by fervvent
and your kids notice the ones with you
and me - k i s s i n g - i hope they ask
who i am and what happened to me
and what happened to us.
i hope you struggle and try
to laugh it off, "kids, she was just a girl
in high school with too many cooties to go around."
i hope they ask for more and i hope
you get frustrated the way you used to
when people asked too many questions and i hope
you break down in front of your wife because
she probably hasn't seen the side of you i tried to fix.
i hope all you can find to say is
"well jesus christ i don't know ok i just don't know.
we were happy once and then
she and everybody else grew up and i didn't know how
but goddammit the way she smiled and sorry
for swearing kids that was a bad habit of ours
i guess she kinda rubbed off on me you know but
don't you repeat that ok?"
i hope you smile and realize your wife is watching
with those careful narrow eyes -
she always was a bitch and i always warned you -
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