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5 hours before dawn.


douglas
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This is my restless hour,
Five hours before dawn,
When it is silent
And I think of lucky lovers
Entwined in passionate embrace -
Touching skin in sweet sleep.

This is when I know that I am a poet,
Alone and mournfully romantic,
With only a storm to keep me company,
Pushing through my open veranda door;
Alone and tragically sentimental,
With a glass of red wine and a candle
So much shorter than it was a moment ago.

This restless hour,
When passions fly thick
In the turbulent wind,
Violent in their endless searching,
Pulling me,
Tempting me to go out into the indigo freeze
And find within this tempest and turbulence -
This loneliness -
The phantom,
The muse,
Who visits only in dreams.

To receive love, you have to give it...

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  • 6 months later...
abstrect-christ

my hours of wakefullness are your sleping ones.
nice piece, clear imagery.
good read.

Pinhead

"Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends.

There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh."

Joey

"I don't believe you."

Pinhead

"Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume.

To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart."

"There's a starving beast inside my chest
playing with me until he's bored
Then, slowly burying his tusks in my flesh
crawling his way out he rips open old wounds

When I reach for the knife placed on the bedside table
its blade reflects my determined face
to plant it in my chest
and carve a hole so deep it snaps my veins

Hollow me out, I want to feel empty"
-- "Being Able To Feel Nothing" by Oathbreaker

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBPy3xNwwL8

"Sky turns to a deeper grey

the sun fades by the moon

hell's come from the distant hills

tortures dreams of the doomed

and they pray, yet they prey

and they pray, still they prey"
-- "Still They Prey" by Cough

https://soundcloud.com/relapserecords/sets/cough-still-they-pray

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Whether one has not yet gone to bed or has awakened and cannot get back to sleep, the dead of night provides a time for the mind to toss and turn, to ponder one's successes and failures,  to agonize over past mistakes and plan for a future that avoids those speed bumps. Your title alone pulled me into that world.

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