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January 13, 2003
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Too often have I and so many I've encountered pondered the very reasons for being, to the point of frustration, especially in such an unpredictable and confusing world. For me, ladynyk's Insomnia-A dark nursery rhyme captures that sentiment flawlessly, and for three days I'll track'n'pester every deviant who doesn't read it. That is all. Picked and written by `pachunka (Selected by ^faithwalker)
Too often have I and so many I've encountered pondered the very reasons for being, to the point of frustration, especially in such an unpredictable and confusing world. For me, ladynyk's Insomnia-A dark nursery rhyme captures that sentiment flawlessly, and for three days I'll track'n'pester every deviant who doesn't read it. That is all. Picked and written by `pachunka (Selected by ^faithwalker)
Featured by faithwalker
Literature Text
Insomnia:
twinkle twinkle
little pain
I see you’ve come
to play again
lodged here in my soul so tight
turning brightness into night
twinkle twinkle
tearing ache
please let me sleep
to never wake….
…now I lay me down to sleep
my life in tatters at my feet..
if I should Wake before I die
I pray these tattered wings can fly..
twinkle twinkle
empathic strain
I never want to feel again
trapped here in this world so cold
where self is wrong
and Us is gold.
twinkle twinkle
falling tear..
how i wonder why i'm here..
twinkle twinkle
little pain
I see you’ve come
to play again
lodged here in my soul so tight
turning brightness into night
twinkle twinkle
tearing ache
please let me sleep
to never wake….
…now I lay me down to sleep
my life in tatters at my feet..
if I should Wake before I die
I pray these tattered wings can fly..
twinkle twinkle
empathic strain
I never want to feel again
trapped here in this world so cold
where self is wrong
and Us is gold.
twinkle twinkle
falling tear..
how i wonder why i'm here..
Literature
Porcelain Doll
Porcelain doll with tangled hair,
People pass or stop and stare,
Her cotton clothes are ripped and torn,
Her parents regret the day she was born,
Her plastic heart has melted down,
Her stunning smile, a perfect frown,
Her shining future, a blackened road,
Her flowing words, a fucked up code.
Once glowing eyes, now dark and dead,
And voices scream inside her head,
A falling rain of acid tears,
Mirrors reflecting all her fears,
A fire raging through her veins,
Drugs to reduce all her pains,
Her porcelain skin, now scarred and bruised,
Her staggering beauty, now gone and used.
A foreign beauty, now buried alone,
A cryptic place
Literature
Dark
Remember the time when you were dead?
You woke up in a coffin instead of a bed.
Fate has decided fate must be true,
But come on and tell me why must it be you?
I see you behind the mirrored glass,
Straight jacket muzzle mask,.
Kicking and screaming tied to a chair.
Come on and tell me, this just isn't fair.
Its time to go and leave this place,
Lay to rest, and forget that face.
Now its over you can breathe,
We know your safe, and I can leave.
Literature
Death's Lullaby
She paints a perfect picture,
She tells a flawless lie,
She sings a song of beauty,
A haunting lullaby.
Her lullaby will sooth you,
Her song will give you wings,
Her mournful voice will trap you,
Every time she sings.
Her song is one of sorrow,
A portrait of her life,
And those who hear are captured,
Haunted by her strife.
Her song will leave you crying,
She'll wipe away your tears,
But compassion is a falsehood,
Created over years.
Her song will penetrate you,
A knife straight through your heart,
The tune will plague your footsteps,
A seductive work of art.
Her song is one of anguish,
An image of your fate,
But you won'
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Edit 12/23/02:
Last two lines were changed.. I agreed with ~painfetish' feedback.
Awarded a Daily Deviation on Jan 13, 2003
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Dark and beautiful. Thank You