I open the door,
there lies an eternity.
A voice calling from the distance,
Whose this voice?
Someone strokes my hair,
Who are you?

Am I shaking?
Arms reach out,
Hold me tight,
Never let go.
Watch over me,
And never let me go.

The darkness devours me,
Don't go away.
This is my shameful desire,
to a heart breaking need.
To press your lips,
Against the wound.
Whisper in my ear,
To numb the pain away.

Everywhere I go I see your face,
You stain the face of others,
they’re masked so I won’t see the reality.

To every question this is my answer,
Free from the pain,
Free from the existence.

As I close my eyes,
There lies an eternity.
Over the distance,
Hearing a calling.

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I submitted this poem into my account for a reason. Because it was the one i wrote between eleven or twelve, it was the first i wrote of. The first I wrote of what i fell into. I toke this picture and didn't know how to incorrporate it on the count of i had no meaning for the picture. Besides that my head is melting right now. So i felt i would put in the poem(i will delete the submitted one in my account). I corrected some errors of course, toke out a word or two and added a new last stanza at the bottom. I didn't want to change much in the poem cause it was soemthing i wrote when it first started and it was more of an escape, now its rearranged and its more like a trapped disguised paradise. It may not be clear fully of what all these things i speak about, but i can't help that. I've been limited on the amount of words i speak, so they remain for any way to be grasped.


I could have used a different idea for this but i decided this one. God only knows the truth in it all, if there lies one. And only i lost myself in this all to grasp a hint of it, if i only knew the answers.

Oh and im not supplied with equipment like some others here so please dont complain on the background..

thankyou all for being so dear to me and giving me comments and things to continue.


model myself
photographer myself
process jasc paintshop pro, aged tone, border text.


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And on that day, That final day, we shall have duties for him. We his dark angels shall take the evil souls down into the inferno as his divine will.