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Syndel

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Embolus

Mood:awake
Type:Poem
Added:January 15th 2011, 13:18:04
Visits:895
Rating:5/5 (Votes: 1)

In complete darkness,
It is felt rather than seen,
Moving, a silent assassin in your veins,
Hiding in your own blood.

It is alone, surrounded by hundreds,
It is the tear-drop into the storm,
It is the mark we leave on the world,
It is forever red, even as life fades.

Embolus to my mind,
From my heart,
To my future,
To snatch away my everything.
And to make it nothing.

To break the glass and watch it fall,
A thousand shards, each to threaten,
To cut life's chord through a single stroke,
To puncture a soul as clear as it cuts skin.

Embolus, an artificial end,
A surrender to the nature of fiends,
A line drawn in sand,
A line drawn with blood,
A line you cannot cross.

Forever, to be separate,
Or instead to witness each other's end.
For the sake of living we erect our walls,
And pray their paper-thin boundaries do not fail,

Against the coming storm.









And I hear you whisper,
Words which penetrate my self-imposed death,
And invite me to tear down those walls,
And kiss the lips of my undoing.

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