Immune To The Cries That Scream

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Written by August Blackwood

Sunday, 15 June 2008

I recieved my own rewards through

Hard work's time.

Yet a reward is just who gave it.

My heart clenches in fear of the unknown.

I know.

None of these really matter

When those you love the most dearly

Transform their backs to their chests,

Facing you without truthfulness.

My beauty has brought me nothing

But pain

Has.

Essence within my own mind

Lurks to give me the truth.

And I refuse to feel,

Because

To feel is nothing.

Nothing at all.

My disturbing ideas and ideologies

Scratch and burn the sides and

Insides of my core.

Everything dies

And life ceases to exist in my eyes,

Though others claim them to still hover over us.

Who shall I believe?

Follow what you believe,

My mother told me.

Is this true?

Will I be

Just like everyone else?

Or will I wonder in loneliness,

Immune to the cries that scream

Out to me.

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