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Espy Psyche
November 22nd, 2006, 09:51 AM
I see them, they are all around me
The souls, the souls that haunt my mind
I hear them, they speak to me
They tell me what I should not know
I am a psychic, tormented and confused
Tormented by what I see
Tormented by what I hear
I feel them, pressing against my conscious
Wearing me down, reducing my stability
The emotional stability that attaches me to this realm
Soon I will be gone, entirely deteriorated
By this Great Poison that torments my soul
My visions are a Poison, destroying me from inside
As I fade away, only my memory will remain
The things I have done, remaining everlasting like stone
Unchanged by the sands of time, unmoving and static
I am fading from this world even now, but do not cry for me
The Realm of Light is where I should be
And the path of darkness is the only way

Ninetales
December 7th, 2006, 01:59 PM
Very interesting concept. The last three lines are kind of confusing though. What exactly is this "realm of light"? And I don't think you really need the "do not cry for me" in the third-to-last line.

Other than that, I love the rest of the poem.