Born in ashes of lost memories, torn apart by forgotten dreams.
One must wonder what IT is, IT that drives, IT that destroys.
A separation of truth, fantasy relived, and legend everlasting.
Standing alone, remembering one's own past, only to forget the future.
Chaos and despair, two sides of the same coin, ever still on its edge.
Love born into hate, shadowed by fear.
The feelings that dwell, the feelings that pass.
Ever understanding are the moments forgotten, renewed over and again.
To live, not living, but death everlasting.
A constant reminder of loss, of pain.
That which follows, disappearing only to reappear in dreams.
A shard of hope, a single piece of sand, everlasting through the ages.
To wake, only to repeat again.
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Here you will find mostly the poetry I write, possibly some bitching and complaining about whatever is going on in my life, but I usually keep that to a private place... So enjoy, feel free to leave comments if you like.
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