Death of Ignorance

September 13, 2011
You have no idea of dark until you step into my mind
Its corners drenched in the blood of dead thoughts,
Dead dreams,
Dead love.
The crimson red dripps from the walls
Slowly, representing the death of each.
And it spills onto the floor
And collects in one place
To weigh heavy in my mind
And always remind me of the once living
That were killed by the murderous ignorance.
It killed my dreams, and now I shall kill it.

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