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As The Shadow

Poetry By: Ian Dawn
Poetry



Just one that popped out of my head in a couple of mins so be nice


Submitted:Sep 10, 2012    Reads: 39    Comments: 17    Likes: 8   


As a character in the play of waking screams

I meander aimlessly around the filthy pulpit

To pray to a husk that is full of empty dreams

The feeling of need writhes within my chest

Like a thousand squirming pupating larvae

That will burst forth, and never see me take rest

For I am destined to become as the shadow

To walk forever in the light of day, invisible

Hiding in pure light as the tears of the widow

My soul forged into a weapon of pure hate

For my murderers to use in there schemes

To bring about the almost inevitable fate

One where dreams and ash are born as one

But as beautiful as a single silver tear of love

Used to ensure the righteous see the sun

You see the hollow worshipers on bended knee

Praying to a god that transcends reasonable doubt

A world that will end, but not just because of me

You see this cage of life in which we openly believe

Holds the truth to us all as we live and breath

And is but a mere speck of dust, in the cosmic weave





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