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kyrasdaddy
Robert Cano
United States, TX, San Antonio

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Siphon

So little to talk about,
words barely spoken...fear
driving into the heart and destroying,
consuming life from within, from without

and not even my soul can escape
the carnage of what the enemy comes for,
taking from me that which I long for the most
the very dream of a tomorrow...

darkness comes, still no words...
but the eyes speak, do you dare to look?
To delve into the dark of the heart,
to look upon Death himself?

Death comes to us all,
but I am dead already, for he found me
and I allowed him to defeat me
feeling powerless against the weak

As death is powerless over the soul,
the soul is lost among the stars
of my weakening heart,
looking upon me from a distance...

The past dictates not the future
unless I allow it...
I have a choice to make,
and the outcome will soon be here...

It's as if all the energy has since abandoned me,
leaving me breathless as I lay prostrate
and become one with the dirt on which I lay...
perhaps I have, I just don't know it yet

A morbid suffering, lingering death,
hollow breath coming in hoarse whispers
and nobody can see it...
I suffer alone, life siphoned slowly

Time flees from me,
taking with it the stars...
my one true source of comfort
and I, unable to stop it

Slowly taken from me
and I,
I'm powerless against it,
but I am dead already...


Before you start feeling bad for me...no, I don't ACTUALLY feel this way, nor am I distressed about anything. Life is really good right now, but I was recently reminiscing about the past and much of the darkness that was there that I no longer am part of. It's also a way of bringing to light how so many people are right now...I've seen it and it hurts me that people hurt themselves so badly sometimes.

By the way...did you miss me??? I hope you guys like this piece, do let me know what you think :D Love to you all!

Robert

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Lilaxani Comment by: Lilaxani - 2007-11-08 08:58
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frighteningly beautiful Robert, filled with such passion and raw emotion. Thank you for sharing
Joni Ramos Comment by: Joni Ramos - 2007-10-27 16:30
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Dear Robert,

You are a gifted writer and have a knack of writing your heart out, romantically or in your depressive state, either or, your writing has always impressed me because of it's sheer honesty, and yes, I'm sure those of us who know of your writing miss it as I have...glad to know you use your past as an inspiration to write and move forward.

Your dearest friend
Joni

p.s. some great lines in this story

It's as if all the energy has since abandoned me,

leaving me breathless as I lay prostrate
and become one with the dirt on which I lay...
perhaps I have, I just don't know it yet

The past dictates not the future
unless I allow it...
I have a choice to make,
and the outcome will soon be here...
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