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Michael Robertson

I Cried and Stood Upon the Fading Landscape as the Snowstorm Pierced My Heart

With every smile I fake, another part of me
Dies inside, projections of emptiness and utter
Misery appear before me, and scream
Relentlessly for eternity. Candlelit shadows,
My nonexistent soul walks the path of failure,
I see nothing ahead, wrapped around my throat are
The hands of life, the irony pours down from my eyes.
Repress this agony, ignore the fading colors of the sun,
Keep fooling myself into this false realm of empty hope,
And the orchids froze into the blooming December sky.

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Like a Child on His Deathbed I Watch My Dreams Rot

Take this cursing pain away, what I once thought
Was happiness was actually a dark illusion that
Came to strangle me lifeless, and I can do nothing but
Ask why, why have you taken everything away?
Everything I once had is in flames, my dreams
Are flowing down my face like a sharpened blade
Why, why is it so cold in this room?
Spending my last ounce of energy rocking back and forth
Remembering the happiness I once felt, the sanity
I once had, now all things are washing away
Begging the happiness to stay, but it was already
Gone before I could close my eyes

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Gliding Upon the Written Throne in the Fallen Sky

For every dream shattered grows one new
Tree in the forest of misery, I wander
Through as the serrated leaves fall to
Cut through my empty flesh.

Aventine prison of mysticism,
The irony of beauty surrounded by utter
Blackness overwhelms my apathetic
Indifference to life and existence.

Humans were created, not to bring
Happiness, but to fight and kill each
Other only for the sadistic amusement
Of the very god they blindly pray to.

There is no message or meaning left
In life, there is no joy in being alive,
Yet there is no sanctuary in death,
Existence is hopeless, mourning the faded sunlight.

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A Frozen Ocean

The earth begins to break
Our hearts fall down the hole between us
Standing on opposite sides
We stare at each other as we drift away
We used to laugh and play
But now we drift away
Your reflection has vanished from this frozen ocean
But the sun still shines across it
Until the moon rises, the hope is unsure
We dance in the sky, counting down the days
Waiting for the moon to set and the sun to return
Unfreeze the ocean, or I will risk walking across it for you
As much doubt swims across the ocean as space itself
Your eventual return will make the sun shine again
We used to laugh and play
But now we drift away

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To Want is to Crystallize Your Own Path to Self-Destruction

Silence broke out through the hearts of everyone
We all went blind from the sight this plastic Winter had brought
The forgiveness he begged for was never shown to him
After the suicide there was no funeral
There was no happiness, no sorrow, no anger, and no regrets
Only the feeling of total emptiness pierced through their hearts as they
Began to remember so many happy times, so much joy
They used to have, your blind greed drove everyone
That had ever been in your memories, to wash themselves
Away in their own descent by the rope being held
By you, unknowing and uncaring you drove everyone
To suicide, and you have become the very thing you
Claimed to hate so much, they are the only ones
Who ever loved you and now their spirits watch in hate
As you end your miserable life, and the
Chain of suicide will never end, just remember
It is all your fault…

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Crepuscular Wandering Amidst Tidal Waves of Plague

As dawn approaches, ultimatums of the cold astral plague holders are
Commanded by the icy shards from the whip of winter, in my misery
I am treading among the utter desolate shores of failure, creating my
Invisible elegy with a razor in purgatory

Every scar holds a different memory, in my sanguinary dreams I feel the
Torrent of blood from sadistic propitiation, it is only a call of the
Ancient majesties from the lost regions of the unknown void, I am
Forever condemned into the lamenting winds of winter night

All that lurks to fill within my frozen heart is the bottomless pit of
Sorrows, the emptiness inside myself will become my tomb, my
Apparition rising from the circle of bloodstained knives, I have
Summoned myself only to die in an ocean of my own despair

Happiness is nothing but a kingdom of lies, depression is a realm of
Suffering, death is to be glorified by the wandering departed, all forms
Of existence are different methods of torment, the true path to blissful
Joy is to accept the frostbitten hand of death and fade from this world

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Smiles From The Pococurante Abomination

The rain pouring so softly on the casket, behind the cemetery mist
Hides reconciliation, never before have the dead seemed more alive,
Yet the living continue to walk down an empty road, being watched
And judged by the soulless eagles.

Mourning the loss of comprehension, wisdom lies within the minds of
The insane, I could not help but spit on the very idea of human existence,
How bizarre it is that a ghost could long for death so desperately,
Aspiring for the nightmare to end, the revenant continues to pray in solitude.

Nothing but the thickest blackness, every puzzle will reveal some
Message, the answer fell before your eyes so long ago but it was drenched
In disappointment, you surround yourself in your own denial until it
Drowns you and peels the pale flesh from your corpse.

Utter loss of hope and humanity, I should not bother with dragging
Myself through life like a blind, wounded snake anymore, faith
Consumed by desolation, in this darkness I see one shining door
But it leads only to eternal misery, until it burns me into absolute nothingness.

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