GM: This poem and the next were inspired by the song "I Want Tomorrow" by Enya. It has very somber, mysterious lyrics, and yet the melody is peaceful and very pleasant, so the song has kind of a removed, floaty sound. Its nice C:
I know this is the first update Ive done for this series in a while, gomen! (Cause gomen sounds much more apologetic, I think, then sorry).
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i. want
[you may take
my life away]
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he spun dizzy circles
around and around and around
and fell into the grass
and imagined that
it was his mothers hair.
it smelled sweet
and retained a morning dampness.
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when it caught him,
the feral arms of that demon,
with fire-lick fingers
and maddening fierceness,
he imagined that
it was the breath
from his own fluttering chest.
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whirlpool eyes caught him,
pinned and scrutinized,
vicious soft hands patting
at his face, elbows, wrists,
eyelashes brushing delicate
trails across his lips.
he hated and hated and hated.
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sat behind the pale concrete
watched his own feet
walking down oldold roads
knowing that no other feet
would walk down them again.
he imagined that
he was the lord of the concrete.
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screamed smashed in rice-paper doors
broke mirrors upon hardwood floors
pound against coldcold walls, hands
fisted into bloodied balls
burn it all burn it all
burn it all.
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sat behind pale concrete
glowered at the calloused, bare feet
coppered hands, sunbleached hair
that approached, offered solace, camaraderie,
and gripped him tightly to his chest.
his hair smelled sweet
and retained a morning dampness.
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