I am my own murder

November 15, 2013
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the waves of the tears come crashing
she blows out
black smoke rings round the bruises in her eyes
and she shouts
that her tearstained ghosts are coming
to devour
every part of her soul till she crumbles away
that power
should lay dormant, asleep with the diamonds and rocks
but its awake
many year apart from its peaceful slumber
its all at stake
and the monster roams the Earth in search
of you
your own daemons linger on the surface
of your truths
and your lies, your covered up scars
she stops dead
the cuts too deep that time and she promises its all
in her pretty head
but this mad land might not actually be real and
the nightmare
is when she has her eyes wide open and
she's aware.

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