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Introduction

Cheating Death Today there was is hope, chance. Beneath the crimsoned, broken pain, insecurities continue to devour the single beating flesh beneath my chest. There it lays...the broken link which withstands the feelings that ache. Withstanding the diminished, breathless air, I fail to understand the absence of being. No longer able to see the hurt in your ardent eyes I feel the want to be with what is lost. Fading into the pasty dark, I have every reason to despise you for letting me go, letting me slip back into unconsciousness. It was there...I remember. I cannot touch it. I used to pass it every day. How could a human forget those sacred words beautifully scrawled across the white paint, in Black-Eternal ink...? "You are under a curse, for your whole nation has been cheating me." Malachi 3:9 Ghosting past this entrance to death, witnessing this beauty asks too many questions. Why does my hand prevent itself from feeling the scratched indents of foretold stories engraved on this Wall? Fear is only in our minds even though it hungers for the na�ve and shatters every hopeful thought and empties your heart and...Here begins the emptiness. I cannot fear more than death. No thoughts allowed, the nature of the mind is restrained to white space. ...read more.

Middle

Nothing deceives me but the lies that you give, the lies that run through the soul of my mind. You don't understand the feelings that you have captured within my every diminishing thought. I want to run further. To release my mind from the burning passion that writhes my veins but the need to stay within a small perimeter of your shadow conjoins me until it is your turn to go, to join me on this side. Honesty lays a lonely word. Rare to be heard, the honesty released the death of images drenched in hate. I cannot distinguish the power beneath the revulsion. There is every reason to crush the pumping vein that injects my corpse with poison. Silent screams repulse my lips, desiring to gasp, to breathe. But what is there reason to? Our shadows no longer stitched, our rose reducing petals. So why is there a constant thought of forgetting everything you are not? Erasing the things you could have been, erasing the tears, scarring my puppeted face. Stringed from rejection, pain and torment puppeteers my broken limbs, the white coats hold me. We were not liars then. I am not a liar now. We both watched the broken yesterday and I longed for tomorrow, together. ...read more.

Conclusion

Bleak and flickering. What thought required me to enter the tortured bricks of crimson? How did my tortured soul end up wishing to live life, if still life, like this dreary spirit? Last hopes suspended, entering the mirrored reflection paved the road to hell, whilst the images on my side were suffering, but right. Rules and regulations followed for...protection. I think. There is a different atmosphere on this side, stranded, less appealing. I want for nothing than to recede towards what once was. Calm and ready, I progress towards the Wall. Fighting to clamber beyond the glass, the need for water to tremble down my face, to feel again, pushes me towards the boundary. I will step beyond this shield, I will go back. Capturing the moment in the music of mind gives one chance. The soul escaping through the taped up hole, triggers the emotional privation and screams pierce the splintered hearts, wreathed in bandage. Me? Eyeballed by white coats told an odd story. What was happening now? Am I Alive Again? Sightless to the happening, drowsiness mumbled through the watered silence. A familiar hand grasped mine as I felt my eyes flicker back into my body. Don't let go of me. I don't want to go back without you, I was am scared. Within you I lose myself. Without you I find myself wanting to become lost again. I am not leaving now. I'm just sleeping. ?? ?? ?? ?? Charlotte Williams ...read more.

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