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...Distant Storms
By SolApathy
Anarchy seeds my dreams
Blanketed by my silent screams
I burn with the angst of a soul, sour
My waking thoughts, dour
I burn knowing there is no escape in death
I am a burdened soul that never takes a breath
I see your double-take as you read
Trying to understand—To perceive
Just what I am
Am I of this corporeal world –Or just drifting in my own mind?
Stuck somewhere in the sadness of my rhymes
Burrowing deep—I can’t even escape in my sleep
On the pills or without, my nightmares -- stout
--Echoing in my dreams—
Screaming with the light the morning brings
I fear of what is to come
if I leave this world without first becoming numb
My mind wanders to another lifetime, passed
Where I was under the illusion happiness could last
Alas the light cedes
To the darkness of my deeds
Are you here with me, too?
Scoffing my darkness as you try to flee
The darkness of your own deeds?
Anchored by your scars
Wounded by my words
Crying in the darkness
Whispering this is absurd
Wounds fester below
…As the pain of never escaping swallows you, whole…
I am the manifestation of all you held dear
Lost to your darkest fears
~I was never here~
I’m Just another voice of your tears
Look to the start of this trip –recalling taking the first pill
Evaporating your will
You were always alone
Insanity takes hold as you finally realize
There were never any blue skies
Only these 4 padded walls
Strapped to the bed
Electrodes taped to your head
Mr. Davis are you feeling alright?
Let’s turn up the voltage and see if he feels the light
I taste copper as the current flows
I dream of lightning storms as my body screams
I hear my voice whisper to the world
“Turn it up just a little more”
I strive to kiss the silence deep inside
Ske keeps me...Alive
...
Only Dwells noticed the "Ske"
(Hvernig getur svona skeð?)
Translation of that sentence --
How can something like this keep me alive?
It is a blend of Danish and German
Blanketed by my silent screams
I burn with the angst of a soul, sour
My waking thoughts, dour
I burn knowing there is no escape in death
I am a burdened soul that never takes a breath
I see your double-take as you read
Trying to understand—To perceive
Just what I am
Am I of this corporeal world –Or just drifting in my own mind?
Stuck somewhere in the sadness of my rhymes
Burrowing deep—I can’t even escape in my sleep
On the pills or without, my nightmares -- stout
--Echoing in my dreams—
Screaming with the light the morning brings
I fear of what is to come
if I leave this world without first becoming numb
My mind wanders to another lifetime, passed
Where I was under the illusion happiness could last
Alas the light cedes
To the darkness of my deeds
Are you here with me, too?
Scoffing my darkness as you try to flee
The darkness of your own deeds?
Anchored by your scars
Wounded by my words
Crying in the darkness
Whispering this is absurd
Wounds fester below
…As the pain of never escaping swallows you, whole…
I am the manifestation of all you held dear
Lost to your darkest fears
~I was never here~
I’m Just another voice of your tears
Look to the start of this trip –recalling taking the first pill
Evaporating your will
You were always alone
Insanity takes hold as you finally realize
There were never any blue skies
Only these 4 padded walls
Strapped to the bed
Electrodes taped to your head
Mr. Davis are you feeling alright?
Let’s turn up the voltage and see if he feels the light
I taste copper as the current flows
I dream of lightning storms as my body screams
I hear my voice whisper to the world
“Turn it up just a little more”
I strive to kiss the silence deep inside
Ske keeps me...Alive
...
Only Dwells noticed the "Ske"
(Hvernig getur svona skeð?)
Translation of that sentence --
How can something like this keep me alive?
It is a blend of Danish and German
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© 2020 SolApathy
Published on Tuesday, July 16, 2019.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
...Was I ever alright-- or has this always been? I ponder these questions as I feel the lightning strike, within...Comments on "...Distant Storms"
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On Tuesday, September 17, 2019, sadistic intent hex
(206)
wrote:
darkness and total discontent with what and who you are. great write insanity takes hold as you finally realize there were never any blue Skies only these four padded walls.
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On Tuesday, July 16, 2019, dwells
(4177) wrote:
Ske keeps me alive (sounds Scandinavian to me Sol :) Stuck somewhere in the sadness of my rhymes...it can become contagious as we attempt to verbalize what is only a sensation. Cheers Sol! - Dan
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On Tuesday, July 16, 2019, SolApathy
(652) wrote:
Hvernig getur svona skeð? -It seems only you saw this... Loose translation--- How can something like this keep me alive?
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On Thursday, July 4, 2019, NXRKO
(11) wrote:
Wow amazing i feel the darkness in those words i am really amazed by how you put the words and you're feeling and the whole heart i hope i see more from you, BRAVOO!!!
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