Come calling like a cicada and bring beauty with your wings.

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Long lost echoes of painful goodbyes can be heard in the unearthly silence of a still lake or in the darkness of a violent storm.

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So he sat there on the shore listening to his own thoughts under the vastness of the sky watching the sanguine sunset. And as the sea slowly swallowed the sun he thought of the times they had together. The way she leaned in to kiss him with her sand-kissed lips. He could hear her voice so distinctly telling him stories of how she wished she was a seagull or how she wished they both were seagulls so that they could fly beyond the horizon into the unknown.
But now she was gone leaving him only with a feeling of nothingness.And as he sat there soaking in the pain of falling into a million pieces, he re-ran the endless memories over and over again in the archives of his mind. And the more he thought of her the more he hated himself for the wayward choices he made for the both of them. But keeping a grudge with himself was a destructive drug he couldn't dare to swallow and letting go was the only way to heal himself.

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Your promises to linger a little longer are now just scribbles in my head; so cryptic that I can't seem to decode. I'm stuck in the maze that you created when you left and all the ways out lead to my own insecurities.

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A tale

Enamored with my own demons
Buried deep in dark secrets
I can trust myself in melancholy

Just don't get too close
A dark tale has just begun
Where sanity is insanity

A tale about clouded thoughts
Of cursed boons and shriveled dreams
Of far-fetched fantasies and free verses

At the confluence of my dark tale
I only think in black and white
Or just don't think at all

My tale is for saturnine folks
So don't read me through my tale
This tale may be yours too

But all can't tell a tale so I did it for you

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Forbidden thoughts gnaw me from within
They say they want closure
So I ink them on paper

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I couldn't tell for sure


I unrang the bell in abyss
Playing dead;dissociating myself
I saw a silhouette clear
Stood near me another me
I couldn't tell which was me
Forming images from the sacred side of my brain
I tried to dissuade my mind to unsee what I saw
Just murky dreams thought I
But I couldn't tell for sure


Somewhere close a dead bird flew
Loomed a shadow in the night
Out of the forbidden gate
Bound in heavy chains
Dead end I thought ;the screams got louder
Unravelling the thoughts storming my head
Panting;I tried the vainest escape
Was I the haunter or the haunted?
I couldn't tell for sure

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My thoughts often tread the darkest alleys
I am me
Detailed to the core.

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Love left me to unlove all the love that I thought I knew.

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The monster inside your head is the real you.

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