Songs of a Winter Dark - Mary DiPasquale (english reading book .TXT) 📗

am what it is,
And no matter how hard I try to hide it,
Deep inside me is where the beast lives.

It tickles but it taunts,
It tingles and it hurts,
It hates me and I hate it,
I don't know which is worse.

And when I sleep it haunts my dreams,
And when I wake it pretends to leave,
If only so I can be misled,
Then it will get it's chance to lead.

Where it takes me I do not know,
What I find I will not show,
But it is my creative little demon,
And I hate that I cannot let it go.

The beast inside me is my art,
The demon is my hardships,
My tattered soul,
And where I would be without it,
I would really like to know.

But I don't want to really know,
Things are not as they always seem,
And what if this demon inside me,
Is the reason that I am me?

Or what if this demon inside me,
Is the reason that I bleed.
?

Lost

Bright Eyes die out,
The dull eyes grow bright and blind,
This isn't just a test run,
This hell is all you'll find.

The earth rumbles,
As the ground crumbles,
And my heart beats way to fast,
Through this pain and torture,
The earth still seems to last.

As I look around me,
For what may be a final dive,
I cannot help but wonder,

Are we meant to survive?

Solsice

Winter Solstice,
Where we are freed,
Let us falter,
Slow the bleed.

Let us be calm,
And we will let you sooth,
These wounds that sting us,
From biting icicles,
Harsh but smooth.

Love is Like a Lost and Found

A gentle touch, but it's not enough,
And by the end of the day,
I'm still yearning.
But for what exactly, I do not know.

Your eyes, hand painted beauties,
Are precious gems in this world,
When the rest of the hollowed pupils glaring seem lifeless,
Like stone.

They pierce me like two jagged knives, your gaze stings.
But I do not, strangely, mind the pain.
I need to know that I can handle this, with you here.
So inconsistantly by my side.

And that touch, still ever present,
Though both of us have long since withdrawn,
Reverbrates in an echo deep within me.
I wish I could do better; Pretend.
But I'm still failing for you.

Maybe.

Even though my heart still seems lifeless,
Like stone.

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Publication Date: 01-08-2010

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