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The pendulum swings
back and forth,
back and forth,
the pendulum swings
Click click click
the clock counts forward
simple five note tune
the hands striking forward
The pendulum swings
back and forth,
back and forth,
gently hitting the sides
Midnight tolls the tune
Opheliac dreams capture all
chanting in time with
click and clack of the tolling clock
The pendulum swings
back and forth,
back and forth,
the pendulum swings
fantasy images
sandstorm desolation
loveless fixation
hopeless beings
The pendulum swings
back and forth,
back and forth,
the pendulum swings
Breathless awakening
ring and chime of tolling clock
rising bodies of sleepless thoughts
chilling bones.
The pendulum swings
back and forth,
back and forth,
the pendulum swings
back and forth,
back and forth,
the pendulum swings
Click click click
the clock counts forward
simple five note tune
the hands striking forward
The pendulum swings
back and forth,
back and forth,
gently hitting the sides
Midnight tolls the tune
Opheliac dreams capture all
chanting in time with
click and clack of the tolling clock
The pendulum swings
back and forth,
back and forth,
the pendulum swings
fantasy images
sandstorm desolation
loveless fixation
hopeless beings
The pendulum swings
back and forth,
back and forth,
the pendulum swings
Breathless awakening
ring and chime of tolling clock
rising bodies of sleepless thoughts
chilling bones.
The pendulum swings
back and forth,
back and forth,
the pendulum swings
Literature
What is wrong with me?
I'm a monster
I'm a freak
Save yourself
Stay away
I lash out
I break
I hurt
I'm sorry
I lost control
For one moment
Pushed over the edge
It was too much
I can't believe it
What is wrong with me?
How could I do this?
It won't happen again
But still stay away
Why not?
Why be near me?
What good is there to hold by?
Theres one light left
One candle
On the outside
To relight the others inside
Literature
Vinashuka
The cloud that forms above the burning wastes
Hints to many that the dying world breathes.
Beneath the empty morrow that holds the shattered
glass, I see myself whispering 'Vinashuka'.
Cold muttered voices tonguing the edge of my sanity
The creeping walls denote the loss of my inner being
Lick the paper that cuts the tongue into a myriad
of pieces and once again whisper 'Vinashuka'.
But my words will fall on deaf ears and I'm tempted
to once again open myself for torture. For perhaps
the endless grief with which I give myself meaning
will form into the bloodied words of 'Vinashuka'.
This single whispered temptation, a solitary lie
Literature
Me
My name is unloved,
hopeless,
and haunted.
I live in hell,
cowering away,
curled up in my shell.
I dream of death,
escaping this place
by ceasing my breath.
This is me,
crying in despair,
wishing to be free.
Will I ever know joy,
or will I stay here forever,
your broken little toy?
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so rhythmic