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Walking through the barren wastedness that once was and is me my heart smothered, extinguished yet somehow still it's beating. I start to run choking on dust and ash my coughing breaks the silence like my screaming never could shatters the quiet I stop running to pick up the pieces and there it finds me again the raging, roaring nothingness that strips flesh from bone and grinds still-bleeding hearts into dust dust to mix with the ash of a thousand burning dreams

I went for a walk through the blood-dewed grass and listened to the screams of the night I gnawed my own bones and freed my blood to flow willingly into the gore bogged weeds only to find that the earth in it's greed had soaked up more than it's fill and was gorged on others' blood my life gushed out upon the ground and lay pale in the scorching light of the moon dark orb of desperation and despair. Sadly its fate I pondered, my heartblood there upon the ground and decided I was better off wi...

Teary-eyed sadness beckons with a cool embrace an icy kiss upon the cheek to welcome home the sorrow that rends the heart and soul torturing your very essence poisoning and withering everything

The past is often a sensitive subject. It may inspire grief, or anger. The past may cause someone to burst into tears, or to smile for the first time in days. I know this all very well, too well, in fact. With the slightest mention of my past, or some seemingly insignifigant word, or phrase, I have sobbed bitter tears of self-pity, only to smile, later, in radiant remembrance of a better time. A time when I did not look over my shoulder, fearing what I might see. That time is far away now. F...

The past is often a sensitive subject. It may inspire grief, or anger. The past may cause someone to burst into tears, or to smile for the first time in days. I know this all very well, too well, in fact. With the slightest mention of my past, or some seemingly insignifigant word, or phrase, I have sobbed bitter tears of self-pity, only to smile, later, in radiant remembrance of a better time. A time when I did not look over my shoulder, fearing what I might see. That time is far away now. F...