'Fast upon my fury.'
By blackheart
Ablaze with my anxiety,Disquiet alters my opinion.Of an oblique misadventure,Instilled by what I realize from within.Raging melodies dishearten,The frightening revelation seen.Ground to dust I feel the pain,Red to orange, brown I gleam.Rusted by perfect apprehension,Heart seizes stiff and still.Raped by many tortures in my mind,That left me unarranged and ill.Startling discoveries, that no-one gets to know,Resentment in my soul,Style meets a bitter cold,Destroyed, in fact… Gregarious I will not be…I feel old.Perhaps a strength will find me?I pray.I hope,But for now I feel old.Alight I set my lungs to try,The pleasure found in watery grave.A second met with silence,The act grows more depraved.Flaming with a naked, aching fever,Monotonous this day become.Again I taste the angst and fear,Attracted by existence of someone.Caressing nightmares of my isolation,The bitterness breeding strong,Take this agonized existence…Destroy it’s failing song.Please… no more I feel just ill at ease,Now I am uncomfortable with my ache,It breaks, and tears, and pulls and shakes!Please… no more I feel just ill at ease,I am falling in to pieces plain…Please stop this pain.Utter quiet your disagreements with view,Don’t just say to feel this way is wrong,Just… please, take this agonized existence…And destroy it’s failing song.Thank you. Written January 11th, 2002 © on Jan 11 2002 04:03 AM PST, harry luck 18 • 0 • 1
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"Ablaze with my anxiety,Disquiet alters my opinion.Of an oblique misadventure,Instilled by what I realize from within.Raging melodies dishearten,The frightening revelation seen.Ground to dust I feel the pain,Red to orange, brown I gleam.Rusted by perfect apprehension,Heart seizes stiff and still.Raped by many tortures in my mind,That left me unarranged and ill.Startling discoveries, that no-one gets to know,Resentment in my soul,Style meets a bitter cold,Destroyed, in fact… Gregarious I will not be…I feel old.Perhaps a strength will find me?I pray.I hope,But for now I feel old.Alight I set my lungs to try,The pleasure found in watery grave.A second met with silence,The act grows more depraved.Flaming with a naked, aching fever,Monotonous this day become.Again I taste the angst and fear,Attracted by existence of someone.Caressing nightmares of my isolation,The bitterness breeding strong,Take this agonized existence…Destroy it’s failing song.Please… no more I feel just ill at ease,Now I am uncomfortable with my ache,It breaks, and tears, and pulls and shakes!Please… no more I feel just ill at ease,I am falling in to pieces plain…Please stop this pain.Utter quiet your disagreements with view,Don’t just say to feel this way is wrong,Just… please, take this agonized existence…And destroy it’s failing song.Thank you...."