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| *Dark Words* ~DEATH OF A SOUL~ Fantasies plunge me into insanity. Unnatural desires devour me alive. Reality is like an endless death. I must escape it, if I'm to survive. Look at me--What do you see? Death... My lungs are filled with it. Like air...I breathe it in deeply. As the rush burns my brain. Like a drug, I hunger for more. Its poisons surging through my veins. Life... Nothing but a bad trip. I thirst for death, from death I sip. I taste of it, as it crosses my lip. Fill my cup, so from life I may slip. My soul feels that death becomes me. Go ahead, look deeper, you will see. My eyes appear empty and cold. My heart, heavy with pain so old. My smile, plastic. My senses, elastic. My mind, useless. My thoughts, bold. To Death... ...the essence of my soul is sold. ~Monique Morgan 4/19/00 ~BARREN TREE~ I, like barren tree Stand alone in forest green. Weather'd by life's harsh acid rains Not a single leaf on me remains. Nor a feather'd friend will one find Except the waste they leave behind. Not a weeping willow Nor a towering oak am I. Unstable foundation For exposing roots don't lie. Yet, I must admit - I'm stronger than most Planted deep in the richest of life's compost. ~Monique Morgan 4/20/01 ~TO BE FEED~ Harrowing crows darken the sky And a crisp wind carries their cries To a forgotten place, far, far away Where no one ever dies. I catch a glimpse of myself Icy eyes reflecting in the river Full of nothing but disgrace I begin to shake and shiver. After years of internal fighting An eternal need stirs within The urge for a victim biting And the deadly hunger begins. It's far too late to change what I am Try as I might, it won't happen I am a foul creature of the night It is blood that I should be lappen. Throughout the centuries I have pondered plenty To pinpoint my demise. But for all my efforts I am afraid to say That I'm no more the wise. Yet this hunger It grows-- Stronger each day. My mind It suffers-- Such eternal disarray. I am what I am It happens, you know. So let the feast begin Let the red blood flow. And yet, my soul shifts uneasily As I lean over my victim Slashing her throat to watch it bleed Oh how I like to let them suffer Before I begin to feed. Trying to conquer this demon inside Was not a good thing at all It's like watching one of those humans Bang their head against a wall. (Though there is no reason why they should?) Then the crow swoops down To check out the scene As my victim struggles Yet cannot scream. Awe, Dawn comes quickly When one is having such fun I'm so sorry my dear I'm afraid I must run. There's really nothing better Then crawling into bed After acting wicked and devilish And being so grossly fed. ~Monique 03/03/02 |
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| ~PENSIVE DREAMING~ My heart and soul once use to soar That which today I use no more. The emptiness that plagues my soul Is something that you can't console. My quick, sharp mind - now possessed I was disillusioned - now depressed. It's like my nature's bent on dreaming Constant pain and endless screaming. My heart's fire has grown so pale My life grows weary, weak and stale. Merciless repentance grips my heart While heavy thoughts now do impart. Pensiveness, my friend and treasure Adorned, of course, by ruined leisure. Through all my years, since I was small I dreamed of dreaming - my cure-all. I stand alone in pensive dreaming Forever dead and always sreaming. ~Monique 10/16/02 |
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