Sunday, July 13, 2008

Written July 4th, 2007

Swiftly covering frozen ground,
you leave tracks around my heart;
crossing the train tracks of my life.
Paint my heart red; now it's black.
Black like death,
black like decay,
like burning ashes of my tortured mind.
Don't touch me, it will burn you.
I'm going where I've never gone before,
into the dark abyss of my mind;
I'll never come out alive.
I'll creep out like a strangled creature.
I am lonely, living inside of myself.
That is my world. now.
It already hurts;
just use me again.

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