A thought clouds the mind in mourning
Alas this voyage is nearly over
The memory in distressed mind is mire
I am fading farther into the fire
Please keep your icy fingers from my skin
Open me up; pierce me from within
Abandon what you abhor-your debility
I wonder if you can discern my frailty
O it’s over; I have already died.
I have screamed in the shadows of the night
I wandered alone, I wandered alone
I have lusted after violent things
© 2006 monalisamarie
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