Obscuratio (9-18-08)

Hear the darkness in my lies.


So rare, yet so common.


Listen to the desperation of my cries.





Feel the coldness in the air around.


It follows me...


Wherever I shall be found.





Do you feel any remorse?


For all this pain,


You are the source.





And yet...you care not!


Of me,


I know you have forgot.





I walk, carrying the cold and darkness with me.


It follows, as it always shall.


Yet I will let no one see.





Hear the desperation in my lies.


And if you care enough...


Listen to the darkness of my cries.





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