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12/06/2010

Block you out
I will, I must.
I am drowning in your scentless smell,
your ringing hands, your ancient hell.
I have been here once before
with raging towers
crowds in uproar.
I've bent like limbs beneath your weight
begging for crimes I do not deserve.
So bleed me dry
my silent screams,
and use well every bit of me.

2 comments:

not wendy said...

Happy holidays, my love. Be strong. xx

Ever said...

Happy Holidays to you too, and thank you. xxx