Bringing Back Death.

February 1, 2011
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The dark traps your soul,
Your demons elope,
your heart thats so cold,
hidden tears.

Your eyes left to imagine,
dream and wander,
lifting you high,
the stories are old.

The deinal shakes through you,
like a sudden stricken cold,
denial turs to anger,
you were left to deal on your own.

Anger is a passion,
not witnessed in its solitary,
filled up with rage,
you walk alone.

You bargain,
You Cry,
Your left alone,
Only to die.

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