Soled Out

Soled out.
Out of my soul.
Vile, dark, numb.
pumping out of the thoughts.
Still dark.
a place only I go.

HE also sees, HE knows, HE goes.
To my soul.
Veil dropped, i see, Sole.

Can you feel my heart beat?
can you hear it wrong?
Can the write be wrong?
or can I wrong the write,
without a tear out?

Clearly, veil dropped.
Wretch, oozing out, I see.
Oh wretched man that I am.
How can I explain in Simpler terms?

'Souled Out' I always screamed
But, the veil is off, I see.
soled out - to self - more like.
Save me?

Save me from the wrong I made write.
Save me from the sole I made soul.
Heal me from the hurt of a sole and make it whole.

Sole; glory in me, glory in us, glory in we.
Sole; gradual internal decay.
Sole, Shiny Exterior.
Sole; Me
Sole; Done.
I pray

Veil dropped.
Sole to soul, I seek.
Soul; not me.
Soul; You. Soul; Them.
Soul; Shiny Interior, Invisible.
Soul; Exterior? Who cares?
Make me Souled out for you!

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Sigh of a Prisoner

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Searching through, digging through.
Looking out. Looking in.
Still nothing, no one.
Something tugs from within
"I need" it says

I dont hear this often, today, i feel.
Feel the voice as it screams, louder.
Louder at the walls of my once bad ass heart.

Now, it hides behind the voice
Louder than the silent killer.
Can you see them all around.
Giggling, Exchanging pleasantries.
My heart in the midst of it all, hiding.

Loneliness, the engulfing void.
 The silent alley, the deep abyss.
Dark darkness. Deep depth.
Swallows you, half in - half next.
Whole!

Can i see? Can i feel? Can i hear?
I cant. Except for the faint sounds sipping through the bars
In the prison of the silence that holds my heart captive
it shows, it tells.
BUT, i hear a light....


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Burning Quench

She deeps her feather in the ink of her own tears
Dark, colourless ink, she scribbles.
Screams in the tears, pain in the heart – for every drop,
She writes, for her quench
The burning quench.

With every stroke of the feather – quench
Deep, engulfing quench.
Quench of the thirst.
Quench of the burning.
Burning desire to purpose.
The burning quench – eating up.

She is her and I am she
Screams in each tear, pain with every letter
Letter of the scribble on white.
Dark, colourless ink.
Every letter swallowed, every word gone
With the engulfing flame of the quench.

Silent wind blows, leaving the burning quench fizzle out
I see the smoke, smoke of the tears go up.
It makes a pool in his palms.
She deeps her ink again, scribbling
She is me and I am her.
Red – this time – I scribble.

Red, blood, sweat, tears, more tears.
Tears for the burning quench
Quench, alive – eating everything up on the inside.
Quench, alive.
Quench burning.
Burning quench.

*thump thump* The red beats
Rhythmically , against the white paper
She scribbles, I scribble
About the burning quench, this time.
With the rekindled beat in mind.

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