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"Sinking" by Lord Kalgalath

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I walk on,


carrying my cross, my stone, my burden
slogging through endless mire,
ever deeper

but i walk on

death would be a welcome release,
a rest from my endless task
ever harder

still i walk on

deeper and deeper into this horrid land
up to my neck in sludge
ever filthier

and yet i walk on

over my head, now the sun is gone,
no lights to lead the way
ever darker

walking one walking on

i beg for release, for rest ans i suffocate
in over my head for so long now, and no one notices
ever unseen

I walk on


though i so badly wish to rest




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On Saturday February 12th, 2005, sIo (884) writes:
jesus...this is so painful. i'm almost to the point where i cannot read anymore of your writing but i continue reguardless.


On Saturday December 11th, 2004, Angst Queen (470) writes:
Its painful, very very painful, but that fact that you trudge on and don't give up makes things a bit better, despite your suffering


On Thursday November 4th, 2004, MindRape (872) writes:
oh god, now this was wow...this is awesome. I've felt this feeling so many times and for so long and you put it into words that my tounge just could not find. Good write :)


On Sunday October 3rd, 2004, Rain In The Willows (853) writes:
I can totally feel this, itd my life lately and its painful to see one so close to my heart be able to know the feeling so well....enough said*Kisses your cheek and wanders off*


On Tuesday September 28th, 2004, Dommi (123) writes:
I completely identified with this Dev, I hope things get better for you. I'm here for ya. <3Dommi


On Sunday September 26th, 2004, Seraphic (290) writes:
this brought the death of christ to mind...to carry your own death on your back, that's a burden. Depressing...and frustrating, something about the persistence and all we do is go in circles. good write *~seraphic~*


On Saturday September 25th, 2004, elisa (2017) writes:
when I read this earlier it felt like you were painting a picture of me...damn I couldn't have said it better myself:) elisa


On Saturday September 25th, 2004, suicideseason (2141) writes:
_god...how depressing...and i'm suicideseason for christ's sake...i feel you man...we plod along knee deep in the bullshit hoping beyond hope that life will turn around...life fucking sucks...you captured this sentiment well.



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