this poorly lit, winding path
Passing by shadows of moments lost
wondering if they still know my face
Sewing the seeds of alienating lies
never quite shrouded by the clouds I brought along
Slowly tearing another layer
off my perpetually dying shell...
Another castle, chapter two,
the book seems to only change its cover.
I fall and stumble on my own guilt
Never quite could be like them
A cold wave of solitude engulfs me
and the thousands of smiles are still the same.
This line I wasn't meant to cross
has long been lost beneath the dust
Not a mere mask, but a new world
with each passing cage that I meet
Create, divert and sin
but never tell the truth
Longing for that moment described
in the parchments of old
Never quite reaching a glimmer
of that which I hold true...
Another step, another thorn -
these moments are forever lost.
A frozen touch upon my spine
seem to consume this soul of mine...
And from the mightiest emperor
I turn to dust once more...
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Marius...






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Remember that there is no happiness in having or in getting, but only in giving. Reach out. Share. Smile. Hug.
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"The ongoing WOW is happening right NOW"
My ALTER EGO ~ishq
My Dark Sanctuary ~Damaged-Inc~unleashed~Dark-Asphyxiation~claustrophobic
get down with jesus.
What do you think?
(please note that I am away this week - so it might be a little while before I get back to you)
PS, If you take me up on this offer, take a look at my journals. Your existential arguments kind of corroborate mine. Nothing is truly original.
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A storm is rising.
Deviant watching your words...
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Marius Budu
is an Emotional Poet
is Male
is a deviant since Jul 22, 2003, 12:27 PM
has 2,000 pageviews
is located in Canada
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DA's founders: °jark
The only shooting I do is with my camera,
The only hunting I do is for the right image.
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♀li
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I' mi son un' che, quando Amor mi spira, noto, e a quel modo ch'e' ditta dentro, vo significando.
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