Pride Ed

12 Jun, 2014 10:27 PM
Borderline in an almost oneiric fashion of
Sleepwalking in an invisible, yet hissing fire;
This personification of a hellish realm of 
Compulsions to the unknown.

So I use this hourglass to count away
Obsessive invalidation as a victim
Of a lonely depressive.

As lonely as I, maybe?
But also as fake as a narcissistic smile
In the shape of a crescent moon.

"Hello, La Luna,"
Whispered I in grave disintegration. 
"Your lullaby has failed again just like
The pills that fall from your eyes
In streams of liquid silver."

Manic fades with artificial thoughts
Of glass silhouettes that cinder out to
Make a vast pile of ashes an arsonist could never produce.

It was the sun putting an end to my paralysis,
But was I still just a marionette pulled by unseen chains?
I'm still in a nightmare marked by demons non-existent
That even lithium can't cure.
But what is that to the bottle laughing next to me?
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H3lios Sol says:
17 Jun, 2014 01:44 AM

Wow..that's a very beautiful and unique poem.I couldn't stop reading it explains exactly what I'm going through.

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Pride Ed says:
18 Jun, 2014 12:24 AM


I'm sorry that you are having a tough time in your life right now.
I'm 21, and life is still a challenge for me. Its gets better though! Just keep it moving. ;D

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speterson085 says:
18 Jun, 2014 06:15 AM

This is nice! I love it. :)

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Pride Ed says:
24 Jun, 2014 08:24 PM

@speterson085: Thanks! ^_^

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CoffinGirl says:
03 Nov, 2014 10:35 PM

Beautiful, just beautiful. This piece of art so intense in its own rite. Its written so with depth that I feel evey inch of emotion. You are a true artist.

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Pride Ed says:
04 Nov, 2014 02:52 PM

Ah! Thank you very much for reading. :) While this one is usually the most favored piece, I'm still thrilled when people leave positive feedback on it. Thanks again!

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