Hey everypony! SUBJECT-XVI here! So I decided to break away from my norms of poetry to bring to you some of my newer shit so you guys can see the difference of the "me" now and the "me" of then. All of you have responded nicely to my depressing shit so hopeful you'll like this! Anyway let' get started! ...Oh and P.s.! This is more life a song/rap! So it's meant to be read fast/with feeling... ... Somepony start the Record!!!

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Walker, Walker of the Deep. Why is it you always wonder while you sleep? What is it you are seeking Walker of the Deep? What is it that prevents you from bedding down to you're dream? Far be it for me to tell! But tell me. Who is this? The one you call your "Sweet Anabel"? Is she you're lover lost deep into the sun? Or your bride you left on the run? What is it! DREAMLESS DREAMER I CALL OUT TO THEE! TELL ME WHAT IT IS YOU ARE SEEKING OF YOUR DREAMS!!! Bah! A fool is what you be! For how does

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I LIIIIIVVVVVEEEE!!!!!!!! Sorry for being gone for soooo long guys! I had a bit of a break down I guess you could call it and I haven't been able to function properly until now... Talk about a Christmas gift for ya'll! XD Anywho this one was written during my 1st X-Mass in a mental ward so be prepared to be depressed out of your skulls!

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This one is a bit tragic and was written shortly after the death of one of my minders. Nurse Jorden Ortega who was stabbed to death by one of the other patients during a psychotic break. So here's to you Sister! May you find peace in eternity!

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Eyes swell and pop. Fleash burn and rot. Soul fester and putrify. Life bleed away and die. I am the wanderer of the loss. The corpse time forgot. Son of man I am not. But a beast come to test your lot. Blood stain my hands. Fear scream your last. Heart beat no more. Silence hold and do not let your orchestra cater to the living. Bones shatter and become dust. Body burn into fire, for now time is much dire. Life I did inspire to take this blade and madness sired. For time did desire to take the

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Notes: This was a suicide note so its not somehing you want to just dis. I wrote this about six months into my three year incarseration in a phsyche ward. I truely thank whatever diety was watching over me that night because before my attempted hanging had come to fruition one of the doctors found me and managed to get me down in time. So here's to Dr. Kimbly to whom I owe my continued existence. :-)

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I cry in the silence. I cry in the silence. I cry in the silence. Why do you not comfort me as I cry? Why do you leave me to lay here and die? Do you not hear me? Can you not see me? Can you not feel me as I grasp at your coat? I have waited here for so long! And yet here I still cry! It is not fair! Why do you see them but not I? Am I not real? Do I not feel?! I cry in the silence for I must. I sit here in the filth and the dust. I cry in the city on the street! But all you do is trample me

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Cry softly for your Shepperd lost little lamb. For you are lost and alone amongst the orchestra of the lifeless. Hold fast to your tears for they are your only comfort here. Listen now as we play to you our song. Listen now to the wind as it wistles through our shattered and broken bones. Do you hear our song? Do you hear it little lamb? We play for you the song of your funeral. Yes ideed do we whisper the tune of your death. For you see even as the sound of crunching feet come to find you, it

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The frailty of life is like the frailty of a dream, easily shattered and broken to pieces. But as the phoenix rises from its ashes so does life. Amongst even the worst of calamity and strife, life breathes and forms new lights. But not for all. For there in the shadows does death form its own soldiers of the night, to shred and tear at the beauties of life. Like a rose shall wither and die before the might of a winter storm. So to do the lights of life eventually fade into the night. For death

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Open thine eyes lost and scattered soul. Life brings light, and Death the night. But for thee whom wanders aimless amongst the dead and the damned, neither Life nor Death stands by to comfort thee. For thine mistresses are foul and cruel. Tempting thee with the sweet song of life, and the soft embrace of death, but are unwilling to allow either. But thee has yet, thine one more mistress whom thou has yet met. I come to thee in whispers in the dark and gloomy places, if only thou would embrace

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