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No TitleA glittering pond, so hollow when at fullest There’s more in none but less two is enough I stare down the depths of my ruins And think if I’ll ever think againNo Title
I wake up tomorrow 10 times harder but the same Like a toungeless bard I open my mouth Male soundless songs of death and decay
I squeeze at the wounds by the worst of monsters given till I feel no more and forget what is now
My hand is crying, those crimson red tears never touch the floor but my face I smear them on, my essence, emptiness so wanted but like a d
by ~Seti92
DistortiaDistorted images,Distortia
still in my head, face after face. Who? Why? When? Some seem so unreal; Is my mind playing tricks? Or is it just another night? Another
dream you wish it was, but the window reality, slippery tiles.
I touch my eyes, my own face distorts, slowly, bit by bit, I move my hand. Shapeless grin, foggy sight I am what I am, and yet there is
a promise to go back, to re-live, to re-do; there is not a chance up the current no little fish can swim.
So I join them, slowly,
forceless legs, weak and tremble, h
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