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Alone
Drowning in the depth of despair.
Hello? Is there anyone there?
Someone aware? Someone to care?
Alone
A heavy burden bearing down.
Relentlessly crushing, grinding 'round.
There's no help, no hope to be found.
Alone.
No one to hear my cries of pain.
Loneliness, such an evil thing.
Loosing my grip, going insane.
Alone.
When Christ was nailed to the tree
He felt, "God, you've forsaken me!"
Suffering all the agony.
Alone.
Death pitied Him, granting Him peace.
Life and pain did suddenly cease.
From this torment was release.
Alone.
The Evening Darkness
The evening darkness invades a child's room,
Swallows it up leaving nothing but gloom.
Elongated shadows mutate into shades
Who peer from the darkness prepared to invade
As daytime dust-bunnies beneath the child's bed
Transform into ogres inclined to behead
Anyone foolish enough to peek out
From under the covers to see what's about.
Two things can save you from this cursed plight:
A dreamless night's slumber, the bright morning light.
Once we're adults the night-frights seem such folly
Until we are stricken with dark melancholy.
The dark dread of night follows into the day--
The brightness of morning won't chase it away.
Darkness clouds everything, staining it grey.
No hope, love, or charity. Only dismay.
Down through the depths of despair we descend
Though pain rips and crushes, we still must pretend
That life is just wonderful...no need to cry
(While the vampire of darkness is sucking us dry...)
Spiritual cancer consumes us, the prey.
The crumbs of our souls not devoured will decay.
All that remains is the sheer agony.
From this torture and pain we eventually flee.
Our demons aren't bound by the light, as a child's
So we seek endless sleep--our method's self styled.
There's guns and narcotics and leaps off of cliffs...
some painful, some painless. (All hopefully quick!)
-Krisann B
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