Soulless Reflection

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Eyes, in the mirror they seek,

The imperfection, that what makes me weak.

Hands, they tremble over their course,

Tracing the mark, broken heart born of remorse.

Smile, repressed silent aggravation,

Pent up energy, brimming in trepidation.

Disgusting, what others have seen,

In my reflection, what was supposed to be me.

Bleed, it was what I had to do,

For in that mirror, I saw you wanted it too.

Shatter, in the glass I saw myself fall,

My broken reflection, pieces of me left on the wall.

Question, as I held freedom in my hand,

Why was I breathing, when I wished I never had?

Happiness, when the warmth left me in silence,

Joy in a scream, as the shard met no resistance.

Mirror, the mind trapped in a reflection,

An imperfect me, seeking absolution.

Complete, the flow of red at limit's end,

So when eyes closed at last, my broken heart did mend.

__FEEL ME...__

Aching and Ravenous, the flames in me will consumate,
The heat of regret, in my heart forever will burn.

The truth of my lies, in my mind they will dominate,
But for your soul to join with mine, I will for all eternity, yearn.

The darkness that shrouds you, like a bleeding heart, it pulsates,
Your eyes, once full of life, now resonate with fear.

Your hand I tried to touch, though, my touch can only dessimate,
Oh, but how my spirit still desires to be near.


__bleed me__

Barren and silent, your life has become,

Was it my presence that brought upon this hate?


Your seclusion and grief, have rendered you numb,

Still, I feel your deathly stare, and the pain that you wish to sate.


Your heart ached with malice,

filling your mind with merciless rage.


The spirit in you, now callous,

This I knew when you plunged unto me, your blade.


Steel coated in red, a stream of cold tearing against my flesh.

Spilling me from the inside, the knife, an unwelcome guest.


__Watch me Die__...

Eyes without tears, you smile lifelessly, saying words I never said.

Gracing me with a wound of hate, my life begging for an end.


An echo of pain, drowning out your disgust.

Bleeding me, bringing upon death has become all that you lust.


You hold the knife in laughter,

in my blood, you washed your hands,


When in truth, all you were after,

was someone who understands.

I once read a story, and it had a title...

"How many Angels can dance at the end of the world?"

I've asked myself that question, knowing that such knowledge was not given to any mortal person until the promised time.


I once saw a sign, and on it was written...

"Where do you stand when the time comes?"

I've asked myself that question, knowing that the true answer was 'wherever I am, that's where I will be'.


I once looked in the mirror, and through my eyes I saw...

"A man with a future to make, a destiny to define, a journey to understand...

I've said the same thing to myself when I pondered the truth of who I was, knowing that who I am is how I see myself, how I see me, how you see me, how they see me...They are all me... Through my eyes and yours...


I once laid myself to sleep, in my head I said...

"Find a new day, find the universe...Stand on your own two feet and walk..."

There is only you in your head but everyone will always be with you, never alone... never again...

These are the Lyrics to a song that I once heard. By the Words alone, so much can be said. It's up to the listener to interpret the meaning for what it says to me is far different to what most of you will hear.

ROOM OF ANGELS...

You lie silent there before me
your tears they mean nothing to me
the wind howling at the window
the love you never gave
I give to you

Really don't deserve it
but now there's nothing you can do
so sleep in your only memory of me
my dearest mother

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes good-bye
it was always you that I despised
I don't feel enough for you to cry oh well
here's a lullaby to close your eyes good-bye
goodbye
goodbye

So insignificant
sleeping dormant deep inside of me
are you hiding away lost
under the sewers
maybe flying high in the clouds
perhaps you're happy without me
so many seeds have been sown in the field
and who could sprout up so blessedly
if I had died
I would have never felt sad at all
you will not hear me say I'm sorry
where is the light
wonder if it's weeping somewhere

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes good-bye
it was always you that I despised
I don't feel enough for you to cry oh well
here's a lullaby to close your eyes good-bye

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes good-bye
it was always you that I despised
I don't feel enough for you to cry oh well
here's a lullaby to close your eyes good-bye
good-bye
good-bye
good-bye
good-bye

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes good-bye
it was always you that I despised
I don't feel enough for you to cry oh well
here's a lullaby to close your eyes good-bye

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes good-bye
it was always you that I despised
I don't feel enough for you to cry oh well
here's a lullaby to close your eyes good-bye
good-bye
good-bye
good-bye
good-bye

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Within the endless depths of hell, you will come across a place...


This 'place', it hides everything that we hold dear and reveals everything that we fear...

Here, life holds a deeper meaning than death, but death has a greater value over life...


This place, is not where you want to be; no one wants to be here... But this where they all go...

By Breathing in the air here, your hell comes to life...


This place, it hides everything that we hold dear...


This town, it holds everything that we fear...


And... Everything we have not yet come to fear but should...

In the deepest depths of this hell, you will find them, those that we fear,

the ones who live to be what they are, the parts of ourselves that we have thrown away....

Here, we can't run, can't hide, can't breathe, can't feel safe....

Though we are Never alone... We are never alone...

...PEACE can only be Found Amidst Chaos...

...Heaven is only Heaven when we Realize that there is a Hell...

Do you know where you stand, at the end of the world?

As the leaves drop to the earth, an act of life...

As the earth crumbles under the locked destinies of time...

So shall I be taken, to fade in life's set path.

By the birth of new winds in an everchanging summer's day.


Flowing through my blood like pathos in a desperate climb to breathe.

My eyes are frozen, the pain of of unworthyness, drowining out my screams for need...

Need of the flesh, need of life, need of existence...


Where do I stand at the end of the world?

I stand where I am, that's my answer.

The sun sets on a cursed day, but it rises to greet a pure one.

What does this mean?

The dawn of a new day after facing endless seconds, minutes, hours of corruption without bounds.

But as a day must pass, like a bird of fire shall it rise again.

Dying at the end of light's throne, reborn from the shadow of mortal darkness.

A phoenix with no bounds.



To those who can feel the wind on their skin, a question.

Is that really wind, or a manifestation of something you think you feel, or want to feel?

Is it even there?

But of course it is, life is an abstract word that has no image but can be see neverywhere, it cannot be visualized but it can be felt, like the wind.

Why the questions, because I want those of you to understand that , their are things that require the understanding of not understanding to embrace what needs to be understood.

Values that make you understand deeper values.


To those that are in pain... Another time, I will tell you what circles in my head.

I've stood at the edge of reality, and i've seen the myself fall.

A wonderful sight, perhaps, but also frightening. Inviting. Joyful.

I've seen myself holding my soul at the tip of my fingers, my form melts away at the memory.


What purpose do I have in a world that lives to die?

Don't ask for purpose when living, don't wonder 'why' when living, don't regret when living...
Instead, value, understand, live.

Words here are useless it does not matter.
Becasue I live, I breathe, when I fall, I stand up.

Why?

Because I have to.

It's not my purpose, but it's because I have to... That's why I choose to do so.

Why?

Because that is me.

Who am I?

Ask yourself that question, then tell me if you have the answer, as far as I know, no one has the true answer,
they just know who they are becaue that's who they are.