Death at thy door

June 25, 2010
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Dear mind of mine,


Everything is deshrivelled and shifted around thus adding more confusion to my soul. Is that death knocking at my door? The tears and rips over my broken skin kills with every breath, every second. The one I recognized as my lover, disapears and now there is only darkness. Betrayed, I yield away from the world, from every one's judging eyes. Although now it has come for me, to take the evidence and the reminder of the great pain I felt. Tears, I beggeth of you, cease your incantationnal dance upon my vision. I want to see it, I want to feel its presence. I do not fear anything anymore for any amount of pain it may give, it shall never amount to the torturing of my soul...


Nothing can amount to it.





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