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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