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AWinterFuneral — The cold hours of Damnation
Published: 2013-04-21 10:41:57 +0000 UTC; Views: 128; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 0
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I lie within this empty room.Entangled by my thoughts.
A hidden meaning.
A soul possessed.
A battle that's been lost.
Inside me breeds an apparition.
Tormenting my own soul.
It eats at me.
Engulfs my spirit.
That once made me feel whole.
I die within my darkened thoughts.
As the clock slowly counts down.
A wound that festers.
A wound that bleeds.
This ghost controls me now.
I reach for solace, in this room.
That fights to keep me still.
My last departure.
From this place.
Where pain might never heal.
Bound by words and images.
Reminiscing of things now dead.
End this torture.
Mute the sounds.
Of the voices, in my head.
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Thank you guys. I usually only write when I am in pain or bliss. I have found that my emotions are what drives me to pour my soul into words. It is the same with my music, if I am in a normal mood, my music is just notes written through theory, but when I am experiencing extreme emotions, is when I am able to pour how I feel through my fingers, onto the fretboard of my guitar, or the surface of a piece of paper.
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You really bare your soul every time you write, and you've a way of expressing the deep darkness we all experience but suppress. Incredibly evocative and raw, VERY well written.
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And I think most people have been in that particular place a few times in their lives.
This piece is quite evocative. I like!
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