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The prison (add to favorites) (edit | delete) by Anonymous Unwanted emotions tumble and groan crashing through my mind unwelcome as i sit forlorn, an empty shell of my former resplendent self What was once a blessing now a curse Something that hurts with an un reversible pain As I'm fading, giving in to the night A voice, soft and steady breaks the silence A flutter flows through my stomach and my heart beats almost to the point of pain as this voice crashes into my eardrums, i strain to see, fight against the darkness not ready to go anymore Intrigued, who else would be in a place such as this? Am i not the only one doomed to this darkness? Chained by invisible links of despair? Yet the voice is clear and i know it to be not just in my mind Strong and stingingly beautiful the voice cuts through the darkness bringing back yet hazy halcyon moments, "Evermore, evermore, evermore will i find you!" The words painfully familiar, yet i can not grasp why, my heart does not fear, and hope begins to fill the space in it The words become louder breaking into my very soul, There appears an obsidian raven, though inky black shines like a beacon in my prison, the raven lands and in the voice that struck my soul repeats the words "evermore! evermore,evermore will i find you!" Longing, heartache, and dark joy now fill the ravens voice My soul seems to crumble and explode as i finally grasp what the raven is, memories flood, lost love torn from my darkened heart, the raven explodes, a flurry of midnight feathers float around me in a numb swirl, my heart aches with longing, Longing that will never be fulfilled I tentatively amble towards the pile of feathers, the ghostly words of evermore still echoing through the darkness. Sitting amongst the razor soft feathers lays a pure white heart, a blaze of contrasting color to my stark surroundings I hold the heart up closer for a better look upon its surface And then i know what i was to finally do I let the heart drop from my raised hand, time seems to slow as it tumbles down, down, gracefully like a feather yet as fast and hard with weight it crashes into a million pieces upon the ground. And with a sigh i am free

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Feeling (31/01/2015)

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