Tuesday

under

deal me with a single blow torture it is a dagger in wound slowly twisted with malice my heart races sight blurs madness is when you surrender control breath is sharp drowning in despair i anticipate that finale a strong tug away of that now anchored thorn pressing on my pulse anticipation and fear while consumed in this whirlpool as each wave hits the sands slip away with each short breath with each blurred gaze she secretly yearns for savior from this anguish behind the mask of uncontrollable madcap calm expressionless is just another form of rage
Me
2006-06-19 03:52

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