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Thinking up poems... Conjuring Death... Place the line here... Place the rhyme "here".... Devoid of a purpose... Devoid of the right... To do anything at all... But sit here and write. -"Devoidance." 15 years old. AL resident. One of the last living poet prodigies of Dark Romanticism. facebook.com/SmallerButLarger http://www.mibba.com/Member/311897/

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When she moves those tired soles,
I will move our tired souls...
It shall be till' the very end,
For my loving, newfound friend.

The aura in her pupils,
Like orbs that suck me down..
Spiraling into cedar roots,
Flourishing by the russet noose...

We hang like trivial crows...
Eyes wrought with bleak compassion.
Wind gives us the solace...
Whatever direction it blows.

She sighs frozen in a frame...
Stricked down like the crippled lame...
Bound, forever bound to edge.

Thus, my love for you will never fade.
Stay I might, on your twenty-seven stumps...
And departure is the dismal,
Giving me the unnervingness,
Through the dark of the moonlit haze.

The night and the silent water,
Cannot stir our tired souls.
It will indeed be until very end...
For this solemn, newfound friend.
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Brush away, brush now...
Wave over Death's grave caress...
To kill me somehow. 
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Pride is the lie, and the smiles are confessions....
Revealing my tranquility in false dispossession....
The black of my soul always seems to fade whiter...
... continued
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Part 1: 

Climb aboard my iron horse - take a seat, take a seat! 
Indulge yourself into the darkness, and keep the ground beneath your feet! 
Hold a hand, hold a relative, hold whatever you can feel... 
Try to hold on to reality, as I diminish what is real. 

The rattling of bones, of poets dead and gone, 
Compose the rails that make racket underneath. 
Their sorrowful emotions, and happy, joyous souls... 
Are what tend to cause the malicious grinding in your teeth. 

Shadows cast, are those of divine angels... 
But demons as well, with red horns upon their scalps. 
Good and evil, reside high and low ahead... 
In the Grottoes of Kashmir, and the Great Frozen Alps. 

Climb aboard my iron horse - take a seat, take a seat! 
Indulge yourself into the darkness, and keep the ground beneath your feet! 
Hold a knuckle, hold a heart, hold whatever you can feel... 
Try to hold on to reality, as I diminish what is real. 
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Verse 1:

There is a rope laying still to the counter...
Calling to string and tie alone.
I wreath it's grip around my neck...
In screaming silence, I die alone.

I wreath it's grip around my neck...
And die alone in screaming silence.
Murder is fresh upon my hands...
But rid of the slightest tear of violence.

Murder lies fresh, cool upon these hands...
Where slightest tears of violence are rid.
Who is here to watch me bleed?
And who follows where my body slid?

Chorus x2:

Who is here to watch me suffer?
Trail where this bleeding body goes?
I guess it's just a pity party.
Let's celebrate to dying slow.

Chorus End.

There are some bullets I never packed...
Sitting motionless in the chamber.
Three, two, one echo the clicks...
Newfound friends of a forlorn stranger.

One, two, three echo the clicks...
Friends gather in a stranger's presence.
The countdown begins, on my countenance...
Ridding a soul of Life's warm essence.

Counting down, fading down...
Ridding my soul of its last escape.
I shot this sheriff in his p**is,
So who else is left to call it rape?

Chorus x2 (2nd time with variation.):

Who is here to watch me suffer?
Trail where this bleeding body goes?
I guess it's just a pity party.
Let's celebrate to dying slow.

Variation: (Whispered.)
(Let's celebrate to dying slow...
Let's celebrate to dying...
Let's celebrate...
Celebrate...
Celebrate...
Celebrate...)
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Shake and turn...
Swirl and churn...
Add 2 spoons of Rift...
... continued
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Awaking to the shadows leering, and darkness that was newly peering…Through pupils I declared my very essence to be dead.
Attempting stretching blackened fingers, curling them while I vainly lingered…
I could feel a tightened swinger being wrought against my head.
... continued
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To pierce the light that clouds the soul...

To set the balance of half and whole...
... continued
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It doesn't take as much effort as thought...
But a clean slate of heart and mind.
Give your other thoughts away...
... continued
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Do you ever see birds complaning of food?
Or droughted grounds crying of thirst?
God quells every being...
... continued
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