Thursday, December 25, 2014

Within

swept into the vortex 
my life inside this hell
dancing shadows of unspent desires taunt me
i am helpless

i have become a figurine upon the shelf of time
collecting dust
gaining no value 
save for my memories
i am alone

amputate my soul from this unacceptable existence
deliver me into fear 
for i have become the demon
i am unknown

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