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The Blinds Cage
Mark Pritchard; Beans
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Amongst the many different people and the many different places
Where do I stand in the eyes amongst the many different faces?
As a stranger peering like a spy into a window
Not recognizing who's staring back at the face
For sorrow has always played its part well as a thorn in my memory
I cast my eyes in the direction of heaven's intention for an answer
Approached by the look of sad rain
Ironically reflecting a heart turned
Black as a raven's wing at midnight
Once the body betrayed me, becoming a relic of its former self
Since our birth we slowly die
As difficult to confront as it is impossible to avoid
For fear is no longer an option
My time grows scarce and as of now
My saga in life has come to an end
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I beseech the heavens to quench my desire
And release me from the sentence since my birth's incarceration
Its as if I am bound by some oath to the confines of the flesh
Becoming more of a shackle than a release
A vessel that once provided pleasure now knows no boundaries of pain
Inclined in a diagonal point of view
Taken from the bed of my final rest
Past the bedpost I see it
Glaring at me
And like a mime, she gestures toward me
Using motion to interpret the words
Speaking a language knowing that I fail to understand
Intrigued, I've nothing better to do than lie here
And watch wanting desperately to raise myself from this prison
Clearly, her features emerge from some buried memory
Once hatched by a lover long lost then stepping into focus
At long last, the certainty of death dawns upon me
To bring an end to the nightmare of a life I've had
Never did I doubt an existence of the beyond
And I embrace my fate with glee
Powerless, I fall victim to its persuasions
Held as though I had no weight
She peeled away all my inhibitions like an orange
Not looking at who I was, but what she could make me
Tearing into me like unwrapping a gift of the flesh
As each thrust of her tongue savors the warmth of my being
Drawing me near like a child to its mother's bosom
Her face was a beauty I feared would disappear if I turned
Deeply, her jaws clamped around mine
Seductively drawing the life from me
Into a spectrum of the deepest
Black
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Hovering
Eyes sealed by the lid of forever sleep
A weary consciousness used to distinguish dream from reality
Vanquished the line that divides slumber from death
Halted breath of the movement of lungs
Felt frozen as life-giving sap of blood
Cuts its current through the veins
The moment the soul drifts from the
Body to crumble like unmoistured clay
The presence of disembodied essence is
Like stepping into an elevator shaft
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