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Abbey Dimond

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Portland, OR, US

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He left

by

Abbey Dimond

He left
Early this morning
Now he is free.
He will roam free
The world will revolve
for him. He will alays
get his way from now on.
Now I am the one being left behind
I will live my life
alone
I was chosen
to stay
The house seems empty,
quiet
The only noise that I can hear
is my heart beating
it gets slower
every step I take.
I lay down on my bed
One tear trickles down my face
Slower it beats
Slower
Gone
Now I am free
I will roam free


Senses of the dead light

by

Abbey Dimond

What did you see before the world went dark?
What did you hear before cold killed the lark?
The fires of forever came and closed it down,
the the mouths of darkness came and made us drown.
I remember the light before it died,
brother, can you hear us cry?
Oh mother of our souls,
where did our light go?
What did you smell before the blood ran dry?
What did you feel before the fire died?
The horizon was broke down,
the rivers became unbound.
Oh brother, where will we dwell?
The deadness has come, time will tell.
Swallow the remaining air,
before it ends quickly and we are left in dispare.
What did you see before the world went dark?
What did you hear before cold killed the Lark?
I feel it, the ice in my viens,
the chipping of my skin will keep me sain.
I smell you freezing and preserving,
tell me brother, are we deserving?
What did you smell before the blood ran dry?
What did you feel before the fire died?