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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365423" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Coat Of Skin Is Wearing Thin</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They mingle at dusk, awaiting the fluidity dawn to kiss the sky<br>And breathe new breath into the blue.<br>The spirits of the mountains, coated in ice upon their crowns<br>And moss upon their feet drift amongst the valleys, <br>Taking whatever form they wish.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Every love I have ever known<br>Hath shown no love in return.<br>I remain alone.<br>At home within my shell<br>Un touched by the lips of love<br>Attempting through redemption<br>To rebuild A new and beatific Heaven <br>From the ruins of Hells mansion.. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At first the pain would burn<br>Then, slow and languid expressions of<br>Solitude would turn into a lapsed repression <br>Leaving me lost within the looking glass<br>Seeking honour in the eyes of a demon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remain alone<br>Tearing flesh from the bones of my form<br>Hiding from the reality grotesque<br>And rotting that would be enforced <br>Upon my love by those outside my asylum insanity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What horror is this? <br>What strange a life that never should I kiss<br>The girl in whom I could imbue bliss with a poets smile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My coat of skin is wearing thin<br>And still I’m drowning, unable to swim<br>Nor to keep afloat upon the waters of the sleepless deep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Creeping upon the walls of my garden sanctuary<br>Are the shadows of the reaper grim and looming.<br>Three worlds beckon from beyond the shades<br>As fond ghosts re enact long lost memories <br>Of springtime joy within the heart of the boy I am, <br>A boy lost in the shadow of the man I should be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No freedom from thought can save me now, <br>Nor as a worm cut dying may I forgive the farmers plough<br>For here I am remain, <br>Alone<br>Bathing in an ocean of pain<br>Sour to the taste of the serpent’s tongue<br>Crying at so young an age<br>That each page should turn and I should remain<br>Within a sanctuary of solitude<br>That does naught but feed an attitude<br>Of remorse for a prince lay fading<br>Into the shades of kingdoms crown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here I am a clown, <br>A fool in need of schooling.<br>Fuelling depression with an expression<br>Of lament for a love still breathing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lacey">David Lacey</a><div class=q>
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