Allude
I
There is no one to kiss or hug
There is no one to pat my back
Why is there no one, he asks?
There is no one to laugh or cry
There is no one to hold my back
Why is there no one, she asks?
There is no one to live for
There is no one to fall back
Why is there no one, they ask?
II
Contained within the white walls of
Insanity, queasiness and anguish
Parade my head.
In a falling stance, death's
Clutches are tightening, yet
Life clings on.
Leave me be, footmen by the door,
The eyes that will glare are what
My love adores.
III
Behind every king is a queen
But fallen has the king of
Masks to nothing.
Kill! Macbeth Kill! As thou art
Twisted by the defeated witch.
Tool of Sin.
What have you meant all along?
Nay, the answer is naught. What
Say, you ask?
White steel, silver pins,
White walls, silver tears.
Where am I?
Help me, Swift.
Rescue me swift.
I am ill.
Die! Macbeth die!
Why? Macbeth, why?
Conformist Macbeth, Die!
IV
There is no one left in front.
He is at my back. I,
Philip, have fallen.
I have fallen with my eyes
Wide open to watch my
Son, Alexander, fail.
Conqueror of the world,he ruled
All. He answered the
Dead man's call.
V
Shadow descends between birth
And death. A whisper. A
Desire. A sin.
In my attire is snakelike wriggling,
History is my story. I am waiting
For the call.
Life without a soul. Prayer
Without hope. Death ends
In a hole.
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Psyche. 
666 posts!!! w00t
Last edited by kurosaki : 23 Feb 2007 at 13:41.
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