Moss

May 15, 2009
By Wurld BRONZE, Tucson, Arizona
Wurld BRONZE, Tucson, Arizona
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And behold there I was; a witness to the bog
Projecting my thoughts on the model, it wasted away and seemed hollow
I held the object and displaced it in the inventory-
looking up I saw a face of hate and fury
As dismayed I was, my insides fret and I puked a inner hole to empty gallows
This was me, Before this existence--
Myself reflected through the pure source of resistence

And behold; There was nothing to feel and see only to hear and bleed
I percieved the world for dead, everything was lifeless
And within the walls of this "creatures" cage, a howling wind fueled with rage
Merged and entwined- legs dress me with a calm airless void they disguised
The breathless life they gave made me here today
To live on and see the world in ways none believe

The author's comments:
I wrote this in some way to express my deep feelings of the way I percieve things.

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