December 24, 2011
By , Marble Hill, MO
Here I start to define it
There's a mark,
On my heart
And it will never fade away
A memory etched on the surface
Once again it serves its purpose

Infection spreads through me
Like spilled ink in a glass -
Each breath could be my last...
It stained my mind black
My sanity is gone and will never come back

Here I lay on the floor
Pouring out my misery
I have shattered my loyalty
I'm hoping I will breathe no more
Thanatos showed me the back door.

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