Very bizarre poem. Beware. The ~~~~~~~ things are dividers between pov's.





The River of Night's Dreaming



Not even the breath of life could save me now

The curtain, my way out,

so far, yet so close

My roses are gone, the desire barely stirring

The night closing in

The night, once my haven of beauty and glory

Now turned against me

Even my children turn on me

Now even my passions turn on me

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I grow weary of this world

Where inferior minds dominant an ignorant world

His passion so strong

His hate so powerful

Caught in a void between

Pleasure and betrayal

Or freedom and guilt

Home so far away

My life so far away

I grow weary of this world

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He had to be stopped

Squished like the rest of the race before

They rule us all and take away the true beauty

Inferior beings of Earth!

His rose and my candy, both disappearing

In a cloud of blind desire

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It has been done

The deed has been accomplished

What we have endured

Pain and pleasure

Whippings and joys

All mixed in to celebrate

Being yourself

She has been sacrificed

And him and his creation

It has been done

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In my final moments

Of myself,

Drowned in a pool

Of endless depth

Lost in a maze

Of a thousand wrong turns

My confessions many

And admirers few

The beam of red death

Has taken it's toll

The undefeatable

The biochemist

Lays at your feet

In surrender

In hopes that I, too

Will go home

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And so the tale goes, says the Denton Affair

The facts all laid out, now raw and bare.

The trembling power of one triumphant mind

Who lead us in ourselves to find

What lies just beneath the surface.