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Alone; not lonely

I tell myself out loud

Aā€¢lā€¢oā€¢nā€¢e nā€¢oā€¢t lā€¢oā€¢nā€¢eā€¢lā€¢y

I feel my pulse, yes a heart

Alone not lonely

She bled; and every month I

Suffered more, I could not save

Her bleeding soul,

Alone not lonely

I see myself

Alone not lonely

I breath alas

Alone not lonely

This day of all

Alone not lonely

Lies were told

Prompted by a @imperial-poetry-prompts : alone not lonely

How can I be undead / I walk among you / I feed without need / among you / I feed / I dream / my deed / among you / & the toy plays the song of the marching band / the song we sang back when / when we marched towards the light / believing the truth / in us & a future bright

I believe

I was to travel

Beyond the stars,

I was to find my

Better half,

I was sold such lies

By demons,

From the creatures of

Lesser …

… knowing,

I was to … but never did …

My heart remains thus … true to

Being, and there and fore I say to you,

Begone or I will swallow;

The truth

& as far as that goes

As far as truth goes

I will say only this: there is no

Such thing; only stories & in

Them I believe

From now on I will only post

Irrelevant tidbits; titless truths

Followed by a delete of

Said posts /

Just because I can

Just because I am

Not giving a flying f*ck

Anymore

Our lips never parted / breathing kept us alive / the air flowed in & out / despite the sinking feeling / only matched by the dark / the approaching seabed

You tell me I need to work on creating voices, individuality by choosing words & their origins, avoiding elocusions, But! I am yet to find my own!, the retort fall on deaf ears, I don’t give a shit up

There was always a song playing

A tune spelling out the end:

~

It must have been love, as my

Australian adventure faded

~

Torn, between the bright light and pride

The southern lass proclaimed inside

~

But one song remains unsung;

Undiscovered & I hope it will

Remain

Forever

Silent

~

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I was her blue eyed whore, her smack &

Bestest friend of all

/

She was my tart, home made from berries

Blue with warts

/

We were odd at best, peculiar no doubt

Kept up appearances and the lies for all

/

They never understood the reasons why,

Why the otherness and other world meant

More to us than dollars

/

Others might say we did alright,

Considering age and lack of milage

/

We were old souls in young bodies,

Pursuing purpose and meaningful hours,

Failing to grasp the path we followed

Only led to the bottomless pit of

Sorrows

I would wear Tardi’s hats and

Manara’s legs

In suspended animation

.

Growing up with comics for adults,

The raw and the violently brutal

Realisations taught me to

Remain young

.

I was lost in fantasy

Before I even started

Growing; before I even

Began living

.

I doubt there was ever a

Hope of surviving, a lost

Cause, naked bar the

Hat

Once,

Only once,

Only once have I felt sickened to

The bone,

Unable to sleep;

Scared shitless,

I recall little of

The events but

The wall calendar shows

Today is –

28 days later

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