In silent dorms it hides
On distant thoughts it divides
Like a malignant pulse through the night
The level of my fear is alight
Dives into your soaking sheets
Flesh and magma sorely meets
Mares are gruesome, cries are in vain
Why are you here? There is nothing to gain
Me? I'm nobody, but who are you?
Mineral glitter, fake, but true
Cast into vulturous storms, I see
Prosperous cities, ceased to be
How can you say it with such a glee?
The mark on my chest is a guarantee
Immensely strokes of a dull transaction
Leaves me longing for my sweet reflection
That's when I get it, I figure it out
The sorrow and pain that life is about
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Monday, June 15, 2009
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