Elannia Lake

Kampuchea,1975
Not too long ago
The Khmer Rouge Regime arose
All the intellectual, religious, and foreigners fell
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Walls of white surround
Constant beeping is the only sound
Can’t move, I cry out in pain
Then they sedate me again
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She sat alone, this child
White as a ghost, pale as the moon at midnight
Her eyes are cold, this child
She frightens others, staring without a smile
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I asked what you believe
You replied “holy, holy, holy, is he”
But what does that mean?
I mean, obviously, it means something to you
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I am from a century I wish to escape
Justin Bieber, One Direction, and YOLO swag
Where if you are intelligent, you’re strange
But cool if your pants sag
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Liar’s distortion, sick and growing
Growing larger and darker
Darker than it began
Began white, or did it?
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Loneliness has no color, it is only a pit
A dark endless pit of despair
When left by everyone you love
You are likely to find yourself there
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We all try to explain
But something’s always standing in the way
Semantics
One person thinks one way
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In my hand you sit
You whisper thoughts in my ear
“Write about love,
Hate,
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Love is a deep purple
Smells of roses freshly cut
The taste is sweet and it melts on the tongue
Sounds similar to wedding bells
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Flowing, running, never ceasing
Sometimes calm as she can be
Still and smiling
Content to pass by the waving trees
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She said 'break the mirror'
The thing that told her lies
She wants to see it shatter
As all it's misleading words die.
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My battery is running low
My limbs are made of lead
All my limbs feel heavy
And my mind isn’t ready
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A butterfly sits on my wrist
It reminds me much of the past
All the things that I’ve pushed through
And am trying to get past
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Envy is green, a disgusting, horrid green
It smells like rotting things
That have been buried so deep
The poignant odor is revolting
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I sit and stare
Stare in fear
Fear of falling into sleep
Sleep leads to nightmares
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Ugly, fear-instilling
Not reiterated with ease
Screams
Problematic horrors
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Melancholy now
Over the moon in a moment
Only a second until I break
Down into tears
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Fear is dark grey
Not silver or black
It hides its smell behind anger and rage
Holding it’s true feelings back
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Hope is yellow, bright like the sun
Just one small ray can break through the darkness
It smells like perfume, that penetrates the filth
Tastes like sugar
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