25 years of dust in the throat and befriened agony..have given way to spittin darkness in its most pristine form..mind becomes my writer as feelings become my words...i set my eyes to re-define insanity and darkness...an endeavor...the journey continues...even as i have lost my creations many times..
Its been too much time we have been fighting along..
So many moments wasted….so many feelings went wrong…
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Clutching to the slipping sheets of time
They face uncertainty like accusers of a crime
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I enter my empty room,
the air infecting my lungs with thrusting void,
Silence consuming thoughts and mind,
Darkness before, and darkness shall reside,
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You say you are lonely! !
Come see my world
Harvesting the seeds of solitude
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Waiting in the haven of black..
in red eyes...glorified thirst for red..
warm and smooth..
dripping from the neck..
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