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I feel...
When I listen it's euphoric
I'm not talking metaphoric.
In the distance, it's so clear
I see nothing, I just hear.
Love the feeling of the rushing
Coursing over and the pushing
Dancing with me, in me, by me,
So gentle, so pure, so Passion.
Darkness seeps in through the shadows,
Filling the chasms and slicking the precapices.
Overpowering, and threating,
to compeltely take over me.
Making ready for the fall into the sweentess that is...
Depression.
Trying to escape,
Never impossible, only improbable.
Finding outlet so obscure
No hope to be found, no cure.
Letting it flow through me,
Gaining back what I have lost.
My broken bough to a once great ship,
floating in a see hued of pitch.
My only savior.
Slipping into,
Further and beyond.
Never gone, but always absent.
Sweet is the rapture given,
Gentle is the caress...
Of the electronic ambience.
...
My only savior.
~§§in
... Didn't know I was some what of a poet, did you? Heh, make your own conclusions with this one. I am okay, just so those of you who care don't worry. I just felt that I needed to be getting this out. Music enthusiasts poem inspired by how I percieved it at one point and time and how I still do at those specific given times I feel this way. I may post more poetry every now and again... Until then, sweet sleep and pleasant journeys.
The Loveable Vuskyx,
§§in
When I listen it's euphoric
I'm not talking metaphoric.
In the distance, it's so clear
I see nothing, I just hear.
Love the feeling of the rushing
Coursing over and the pushing
Dancing with me, in me, by me,
So gentle, so pure, so Passion.
Darkness seeps in through the shadows,
Filling the chasms and slicking the precapices.
Overpowering, and threating,
to compeltely take over me.
Making ready for the fall into the sweentess that is...
Depression.
Trying to escape,
Never impossible, only improbable.
Finding outlet so obscure
No hope to be found, no cure.
Letting it flow through me,
Gaining back what I have lost.
My broken bough to a once great ship,
floating in a see hued of pitch.
My only savior.
Slipping into,
Further and beyond.
Never gone, but always absent.
Sweet is the rapture given,
Gentle is the caress...
Of the electronic ambience.
...
My only savior.
~§§in
... Didn't know I was some what of a poet, did you? Heh, make your own conclusions with this one. I am okay, just so those of you who care don't worry. I just felt that I needed to be getting this out. Music enthusiasts poem inspired by how I percieved it at one point and time and how I still do at those specific given times I feel this way. I may post more poetry every now and again... Until then, sweet sleep and pleasant journeys.
The Loveable Vuskyx,
§§in