KyCowboy
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Memories
Glass shattering,
Screams echo in the mind of the child.
Frozen in place as blood hits the side of your face.
Women screaming, innocence lost in that moment, all fading away.
Thoughts shutting down, the machine taking over.
Letting go of all of the feeling, watching the body.
Fall lifeless to the floor.
Your reflection in their eyes, Now cold and unforgiving.
White cracks become red, Tears have faded Never to return.
Cracks are scrubbed Leaving no proof.
But unnoticed by thee, The proof?
Your eyes.
After
Flickering of light.
Staffing off the horrid lurking in the darkness.
Tears stain pillows before bed.
Sadness inhabiting every hollowed space.
Vessels without souls lingering together.
Each undertaking their own unbecoming Lifeless shards of memories.
Stitched seamlessly into the fabrics of time.
Is all that we are.
The truth only spoke beneath a breath.
Ghost Children
You don't know me… How can you? Time you have not taken, steps you have skipped. Never knowing which way you should go, always waiting for others to say. Stone's skipping over water. Skimming the surface, never sinking below to find the truth amongst the ripples. Staggering though empty corridors. Leaving the future behind, shoving the past ahead. Fuzzy images echo in your head, not wanting to remember, but can never forget. Surges of anger blur past, screams of ghost haunt your ears. Pain you feel, but cannot stop.
Must keep going, try to forget, dreams won't let you forget. Never want to sleep, so much you don't know. Pushing through, images come to focus. Head hurts, body aches, tears stream from your eyes. Locked up for a decade, never discussing among each other. Floors are tainted red. Hands are shaking. Can't even look into their eyes, they try as well but to no avail. Always will it be there, the fear of a hundred faces but never leaves any traces. Scared don't know what to do, legs frozen images fade out.
Past slinks back from whence it came. Only to return in the dreams. Plaguing the pure and corrupting what is left of innocence. Children never to be remembered, ghost who cannot be forgotten. Maybe someday their stories will be told and their souls put to rest. One can only pray god have mercy, but not even I think that's possible. "Nothing wrong they did" few have said. But there they was not, "are children not a reflection of their parents?" many would say. Most children are, but the ghost's are the exceptions empty inside, no remorse, no feelings. Just an empty shell of what used to be. Riddles I speak for that is all I know.
All but one thing, all of us fear sleep. Pain is always there, still unknown as to why it existed. But always feeling it. In time your best friend becomes beer or caffeine, when you see the other. You no longer say hi or look for that matter. So little time yet so much to make up for. Jus can't sleep, can't give in, not yet, not right now. My time will come soon enough I fear. Peering into a window of the past seeing what used to be. A child so full of life, crushed by the weight of being a father's son.
Tearing down the wall that blocks the past means facing……… Seeing red, watching as life plummets out the window. Anger fills the body; hate surrounds the soul, blood running down the fingers, falling to the ground. With each drop pain and memories slip away, life stands still. Visions of friends and family start to become blurs, words grow softer as the heart begins to slow. Muscles begin to tighten, fighting what is to come. Darkness conceals the light, visions are no more, body relaxes, giving up the fight. Pain and memories have long since faded. The cold silence has finally arrived…..
Hope you guys enjoy.
< Message edited by KyCowboy -- 4/26/2011 5:58:45 AM >
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Some stuff i wrote a little while back. - 
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