your praying cries

June 8, 2012
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my wounds are sewn
in this dark recess
of a mind unholy
through the darkness
light can only dream to exist,
in light shadows keep the dark all too real
in the dark your cries are heard
and I do all I can to help them
but darkness consumes all
even me

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