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Date Posted: 04:42:13 09/04/01 Tue
Author: Pegasus
Subject: The Noise Of Soundless Voices.

The Noise Of Soundless Voices.

Like I'm standing in line amongst zombies,
slowly shuffling towards exit of life,
numb, throbbing head, robbed of all abilities,
nothing left, that makes it worth to strive.

I ruined the present, destroyed the future,
might have messed up the past as well,
I dunno, as I only see the festering suture,
slowly dripping with the stinking pus from hell.

Rotting, from within, I'm being digested by germs,
foul flesh ripped from my carcass as maggot's meal,
squirming in the sun, yes, like love making worms,
sin's ongoing orgasms, it all looks so sickening real.

Once again I defeated myself without winning,
lost the war against myself, bittersweet the victory,
there seems to be no ending without a beginning,
the ongoing struggle within the madness of insanity.

Slowly sinking back into the numbness of a hermit,
I shut down my systems that inhale life outside,
walls are resurrected, creating dungeons bit by bit,
immuring the prisoner inside myself, I stop to abide.

Silence gets audible whenever muteness talks back,
unspoken words whirl vibrating as terrifying echoes,
ricocheting forever like brainwashing bullets off track,
soundless voices, fired from the lips of faceless foes.

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Re: The Noise Of Soundless Voices. -- Flying Colors, 10:20:08 09/06/01 Thu
Re: The Noise Of Soundless Voices. -- WindWalker, 11:32:34 09/06/01 Thu