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Date Posted: 01:26:53 03/28/03 Fri
Author: Diamond Brett Healey
Subject: Still Here, stuck in a Purgatorial shadow

A shadow on the wall of a cold and souless night,
who are they, what are they, is there any hope?
No movement, a purgatory of time and a might
of a restless stranger, but no stranger to some,
a few, a few, too few to count, too few too care.

A penitrating pebble pounced on the pavement from above,
The shadow did not move, nor flinch a frozen muscle.
The love once appretiated by all, the stranger too
Passion, Responsebility, Origionality the way of his life
Still here, still waiting, every second that passes
is a second of his love wasted... for life.

Cold of white flakes scattered like ash on the floor,
but a circle of dry warm pavement around his feet.
Why is this? Is it the fire inside burning?
The eternal hell that grows with every week,
every missed 1...2...3, every missed 15 minutes of fame.
Of flames melting the pavement, will never freeze over again.
Like a dieing star, there will be a growing pain
of an ember growing, then in a last hope of strain
the love we all loved will be lost for life.

Still here, stuck in a purgatorial shaddow he stands,
hoping maybe? Crying maybe? maybe he is not him.
The mist of the alley block out the night sky
the stars shine like Diamonds, if we could see them
The shadow moves, walks forward, but there is no-one there...

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