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  1. Your Love              
                             
     My body is burnt, my soul is black;
     Of all I have, your love I still lack.
     Visage burned to memory, name to soul;
     Alone I am torn, with you I am whole.

     Without you I fade, slipping from the light;
     To the mind's depth I fall, no end in sight.
     You watch me plummet, your face a dark mask;
     Love never dwindles, for help I won't ask.

     My body strikes the ground, my sanity explodes;
     I lay in a crimson heap, my eyes watch and forbode.
     I silently cry for mercy, but my will falters not;
     Yet I smile as I think of who I've eternally sought.

     The blackness closes in I am lost and alone;
     My eyelids close, the unknown is now known.
     But when all is over and all is lost,
     Over the boundaries of death a warm hand has crossed.

     Mortality fills me with the red kiss of life;
     Gone are the pain, the torture, the strife.
     Now I am with you, and you are within;
     Our love overcomes the black of my sins.

     I smirk in rapture, a secret, curious smile;
     In the grasp of your love I am charmed, beguiled.
     Our hands and hearts clasped, my soul returns to me;
     Together we shall create our own eternity.
                    
Only poem written with a 'happy ending'.Narrator is alone, missing

'her', a loved one.  She rejects him, and losing his mind, he finds

himself on the edge of death.  Just before dying, she comes to his
rescue ('over the boundaries .. has crossed').  Poem also hints at
how the love of two peoplecan save a dark soul.  Last verse makes

remarks at how eternity is not found with god, it is found within
     each other.

Previously released in Hoard Magazine #1; RAGE Productions 08/94

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  2. I Shone 

     The world tastes much better,
     Now that I'm finally gone.
     The waters are wetter,
     And the words became a song.

     She that I so loved,
     Fled as I faded away.
     Yet without blood, I bled,
     When I died, I had no say.
     
     I'll never forget her,
     And I'll wait for her sign.
     My love tastes forever,
     Her beauty words couldn't define.
     
     The world tastes much better,
     Now that I'm finally gone.
     The world's greatest regretter,
     But in her love, I Shone.

This poem is written in the context that the author has already died.

It displays themes of how seconds with one that you love can replace

an entire lifetime ofpain.                   

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  3. Regrets

     I should have forsaken love,
     Torn it apart or burned it down.
     I should have laughed at myself,
     And the pitiful love I had found.
     I should have ignored your love,
     Let deaf ears hear your calls.
     I should have died yesterday,
     Because love is the death of us all.

Basically a big lament, a series of regrets and looking back on how

things could have been not necessarily better - just different.Str
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     illustrations of the relationship between love and sorrow - practical
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inexistant without each other - and the sheer stupidity of it all.

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  4. Ashes

     I burned your picture, yesterday.
     The ashes seemed to mean much more,
     in some strange way.

     I burned my body, yesterday.
     I know this was all my fault,
     so I made myself pay.

     I burned the world, yesterday.
     When it was my turn to be loved,
     the world never had much to say.

     I burned you, yesterday.
     Sadly enough, I don't regret it,
     because you threw me away.

An angry poem; It exudes violence, revenge, hatred, sorrow, and self

destruction.Shows acceptance of one's fate, one step at a time.

So as the poem progresses, the author moves closer and closer to the

     point where he can no longer turn back, and to continue on is the
     only option. (Somewhat inspired by the film 'Falling Down').

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  5. Unfelt

Wishing to remember, praying to forget,
My life is the incarnation of regret.
I still feel your body in my arms,
So far from the pain, far from the harm.
But you couldn't escape your beloved past,
I smile and this breath will be my last.
     Of all the love unfelt and sights unseen,
     The saddest of all is what could have been.

Poem dwells on regrets and sorrow, ultimately leading to suicide.
 A life time of fucking up - fixed, in one determined flash. (-t.r.)

Strongest point is that the author death isn't the greatest sadness;

The greatest sadness is the love that they could have had.
Also: For the author life was sorrow and death was the only method
left to achieve happiness (I smile ..my last)
     
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6.A Precursor

 I have too many tears to wake me with,
 And too many smiles to choke meto sleep.
 My wonderful vision, my beautiful dreams,
Mounted on a white horse with black hooves.
So my death rides on.

The author's life has been reduced to nothing more than a chore.  Slee
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is his only escape, and it is a temporary one.  Dreams of an end to hi
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suffering, the author's suicide looms ahead; it is imminent.  

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