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Resonation

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Bells chime sweetly in one’s ears,
singing the song of suicidal fears,
screaming out the echo of deteriorating years,
persist the ringing… of a long lost cheer.
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Behind the WallMelodic strings of barbed wire,
weeping the ways of a chain link fence,
encrypting a maze of terrors and dreams;
cut deep into flesh to relieve the screams..  Its Raining, Cant You Tell?Every drop; an emotion held within.
Every puddle; a mess created from sin.
Every drizzle; a memory lost within time.
Every rainstorm; the shock that finds your side.
One drop, two;
Knowing it’s real.
Two drop, three;
Beginning to feel.
Three drop, four;
It’s no longer no more.
Four drop, five;
It’s beginning to pour.
Every drip from a shelter; the nature to hide.
Every frozen umbrella; the knowledge you’ve tried.
Every solid bolt of lightning; the reminder it exists.
Every rumbling thunder; the knowledge it’s been missed.
One after another, they continue to fall,
A pitter-patter of trouble, each one appearing small.
They roll down the windows, they slip into cracks,
They fall on your face, they disguise what is trapped.
Ten drops, twenty;
Accumulating a hum.
Twenty drops, thirty;
Beginning to drum.
Thirty drops, forty;
Layering the path.
Forty drops, fifty;
Appearing at last.
More and more coming, creating a fleet.
Layering the world; sidewalks, roofs, streets.  A Lost DiaryA silly young girl full of hopes and of dreams,
Lingering in a home she's been in since her teens.
Chained to an illness unable to remove,
Still stuck with those who love her,
But virtually doomed.
Trips to various hospitals every few weeks,
Her memories vanishing as her brains leaks.
No more than to look back on the memories lost,
Finally realizing living has been at a cost.
Her head growing empty,
Her eyes growing cold.
One outside so young,
Has inside grown so old.
Piles of drawing books,
Pencils galore,
But all talent regrettably outside the door.
Her crazy young siblings climbing to greater heights,
All her talented friends sparkling high as star lights.
Will she ever be healed from this nightmare alive?
She might have a chance, if she actually tried.
But to be trapped in a head full of endless space,
To live a life on nothing but hate and disgrace…
Missing emotions,
A lost past,
Pills aren't enough to make life last.  Under the Skin.The vibrations of a militant regime of insects under the skin of the Earth
can do more harm than benefit, in the eyes of an iconic pillar.
 
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