Unspoken Mind

September 26, 2011
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drowned by the weights of hurt
beaten by the winds of insanity
turned off and stored in my own soul
I begin to shed tears that come from the River Styx
I shake in the fear of uncertainty
wails and shrieks shoot empty air
They bounce off and return back to me and then I fall
I won't die immediately
Flashes of my life will all return and all of my soul will pour out over the pavement
Then I will become still
Just an empty container

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