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by [sonofnirvana ]

2008-04-17  |     | 

Weary dusk upon my joy,
On a flower made of lead.
I can’t see it,can’t destroy,
Then I wake up in my bed.

Bright,sharp nails piercing my skin,
Cleansing ritual for some.
As I feel my blood is driping
I await my death to come.

Tic-tac,tic-tac,round the clock,
I wave signals,no response.
How I want the time to stop!
No more nothing,not a glance.

Not a taste and not a touch.
Filled with emptiness I’ll be.
As I fade I know this much,
Love will live eternally…

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