Thursday, April 3, 2014


I slowly crept into the dark walls
the bitterness I naturally possess
is taken over by my disguise
Sweet, loving, beautiful

The heat of my greatest passion
May also be the coldness of my desire
As I spiral down to my demise
I feel nothing but exhilaration

Before I drown in all my sorrows
Get stuck in a hurricane of death
Melt in my own pool of sadness
It's something else I would become

And after I am devoured
My soul and spirit shall remain
For I know my essence
Will last for a great sense of time

April 3, 2014

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