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amaranth: a flower never fading - a mythical forever that cannot be possessed. ever sought for, always lost; beauty unmarred by passing ages I found its light in the depths amaranth, forever does not exist. I reach out, and you wither before my eyes. time touches all no petal can elude its winter amaranth a flower never fading amaranth, a fairytale for open hearts amaranth, look into your winter now: forever is not real - forever is not real. |
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another chapter - in which: millions of metres above my insomniac head, a castle on a cloud disintegrates into dust. and I pick at the remaining threads instead of trying to mend the hole. I plug my ears with cynicism to keep from hearing any more about heaven. |
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where your skin begins words fail me. your breath is my heartbeat; your eyes my relief - words fail me. you take me into your arms. I can be strong; I can believe, but I cannot speak. at the point where you begin, words are rendered meaningless. too insignificant to colour passion - words fail me. |
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I cannot speak - my throat is cut. time is short; my days are numbered. don't - please don't - force me back into myself I had nearly I had very nearly escaped. don't touch me; I won't go. I'll run! I'll run, I'll get away... I cannot sing; the river dreams of skeletal birds and twisted trees. and the trap yawns - I see my relfection in its teeth, waiting for myself. waiting for me to come back, to drag me in again. I cannot scream - my throat is cut. relief is fleeting; good days are numbered. |