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Their Eyes Are Only Empty Places
brokenarrows

the ghosts of so many futures lie in the wake of time's passage,
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each one broken off from this reality, crushed by the brutal weight of our decisions,
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and as they bleed our broken promises and lost virginities,
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our eyes are trained behind us, captivated by every corpse of every possibility we've ever left behind us
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while they burn images of clasped hands and angel eyelashes into our retinas with rusted brands.
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they twist in knots around our minds,
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forming tumors that push in all the wrong places,
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and skeletal hands reach out to suffocate each new ambition, screaming out the names of every what-if
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knowing that we will eventually succumb and embrace them as some revenant lover,
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even though we've learned that only poison lies in the veins
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of the ignorant ecstasy we will find there.
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in this way, they surpass the nothingness that they are by inhabiting our minds as part of us,
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wrapping us in our own weakness and lulling us to sleep with it,
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leaving no room for anything but the slow death of our hearts.
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25 Dec 11


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