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Post by Absinthe on Nov 14, 2007 20:50:47 GMT -6
I'm dependant on this, oh so wretched agony to make me feel alive When the pain has dissolved so too have I. In it's wake is empty numbness, not a flutter of emotion sensed
- only fear, isolation, hurt.
These things penetrate the places where joy has been erased. My only hope is for evenings perhaps followed by new dawn. The absence of such hope endears me with bright, but pitiless voids darkness spreads like wildfire and light just cannot hide.
I dream of sleeping atop evergreens close to the idea of God. For this wretched agony cannot sustain me forever, I dream of beautiful death.
*I don't think I like it, but I really needed to try and write soem stuff out, ya know?
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