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    Misery

    I've been laid to rest in eternities of cold. Death vents no warm breaths. The rigor mortis of my cadaver constricts my song's once soulful pipes.   They say Hell is hot - oh contrary! The inferno keeps no dancing flames, my abyss is one of...

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    • A thought provoking writing, my friend. What will be after death? Will there be anything at all?
      I think that the afterlife is a kind of stopover that gives us the opportunity to rest and to reflect until we reincarnate again. Havan and hell are no places but other expressions for the light and the Shadow within all human beings.
      Sehr schön geschrieben, Daniel!

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    Once Upon A Childhood Memory

    I once bleed to death. Insults speared into my being with merciless precision.   Remorseless hunters found the limping quarry. An opportunity too tempting to forfeit!

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    Moonlight Psychosis

    That pulsating moonglow within! The lantern of my soul, barely illuminating a strange, dark world.   The supernovas within my eyes ignite the veil of psychosis, torching all the delusions.   Revealing reality, the light within the dark, the obscurity of the twilight.

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    From Pencil To Grave

    I draft myself in graphite,sketching outlines of a manI promise I will someday be.The paper is thin,creases spreading like doubtsin the corner of my mind.Every page begins with fire,but each ember diesbefore the ink arrives.Half built towers,unfinished bridges,I leave...

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    • Phenomenally penned, Fred. Into the book it belongs! Excellent write my friend, I can relate. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • “Notebooks stacked like coffins”
      love that line.
      I think our whole lives are a rough draft…but will the final essay ever be written?
      I wonder.
      But I don’t wonder about whether or not I like this piece. I love every part of it.
      When the silence comes, I want a signed copy.
      j.

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