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Friday, October 22, 2004


An Empty Shell
Like the condensation on the window
Waxes high, yet wanes on the swell
I know how he cried
and I know how he died
Just another sad story to tell

His portrait's gone grey and misty
The smile on the picture is cracked
But this picture, it's like
The deal in real life
Slow and still before the impact

He treated some with his rare smile
bore the burden, bore the blame
But was he as strong
As in one blue song?
Shook from black blows and wept for the shame

And all he was, an empty shell
Dragged through spite and hate and hell
This is all he was; an empty shell
But, yet so far, I hope he's well

Take your life, leave a sweet letter
A lost soliloquy, white
Red handprint
and a scribbled note
Burning letter and broken ropes

I tried to call out and I tried to be strong
But as I spider I hid, too afraid
I always called you my friend
But made it worse in the end
Was it my fault all these years, all along?

And all he was, an empty shell
Dragged through spite and hate and hell
This is all he was; an empty shell
But, yet so far, I hope he's well

I would have died for you
But it ended vice-versa



Beautiful, ne? Kinda rushed, didn't edit it that much. Another poem telling the story of suicide. Doesn't take it that far into the background story. still. Meh
Drew a manga style Anna Valerious in me school planner. Ah, faithful planner! A hive of creativity all by itself. And I drew a little siamese cat. The fore-shortening actually worked. lol.

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-Dory

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