Shadowburner
"Fact Of Death"
The fabricated tears of hatred
Fall from my cheeks.
I begin to realize
the meaning of 'freak'.
Civilization's ritual beauty
cannot compare
To your mesmerizing eyes,
the deep, thoughtful stare
The meaning of nonsense
is quite clear.
There is nothing left in your heart
Except my unfelt fear.
A fear of nothing and everything
no one can analyze.
A want, a need for this, for you.
All my forgotten cries.
The despair of being alone
I have felt often before.
It burns like hell
Right down to the core
I must be insane
the thought, the fact of death
does not scare me.
I see your face with my last, dying breath.
Posted February 21, 1997
XNER78A@piweba4y-ext.prodigy.com
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