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Rarity dictates value. Everyone tries to think that they are somehow unique because there is no one like them. Sadly, we're pretty much all the same with only minor differences. When you actually are unique you realize it and then spend your entire life just trying to blend in, so the herd doesn't realize you're different and trample you to death.......
Some candles burn even after the wick is the barest of nothings and long after most of the wax has melted and run.
True love never goes away. It leaves its marks long after the final curtain call.
After all the wounds, after all the scars, after everything what is left?
A candle-light vigil with so many many waxless candles that burn eternally.
Alas, with every light there is a shadow cast.
This darkness will not go, it will not pass.
Mine they both are forever more
After the ash has fallen from the inferno of passion's flame.
After the bitter ending to happiness' reign.
After the twisting, wrenching torment of pain.
After time's rain has washed away the stain.
After hoping for some sanity to retain.
After failing that hoping for some to regain.
After everything is done, will I still remain?
A demented siren call to one's destruction.
The sins of the parents bestowed upon their progeny.
Of demon born and demon bred.
Soullessly playing an angel's role.
Phantom masquerades where none dare show a true visage.
Darkened mirrors lining forgotten halls.
Somber silence and shifting shadows.
One's life poured recklessly amid the artists' paints.
Crimson dreams and ebony stones.
All for naught, a fire-walk across glass shards, proving nothing.
Forget nothing.
The bubbles of mirth have already burst upon the surface of despair.
Whispering winds have long since whisked the pleas into oblivion.
Dark tides of time have erased the destiny written by the fates.
The stars stare coldly down from their places in the heavens.
Deep depths and darkened caverns consume and conceal.
Shores of erroded stability stand testament to torture.
Shredded souls, upon the ghost ship of sorrow, sail silently by and by.
Treasures of phoenix light buried in the sand.
I am only as real as you choose to make me. Fleshing the bones on my two-dimensional skelton in your perceptions. Clothing that flesh in your opinions. Placing your creation upon the stage to watch it dance for your amusement. The play's score of derision playing counterpoint to the toy's cavorting. Your reality is as you make it as is mine, know this and know it well, I am not the only one upon the stage.
