Relief, should I take it?
My soul darkens
As yours lightens
Your only
My demise
Torture, pain
Losing mind
Insane
Dying
Your eyes blind
Torture you give
You can't see
relief, impossible to find
Broken heart
Lost soul
Fall apart
Light dull
Clouds invade
My skies
You've made
With lies
Rain falls
Nowhere to hide
Death calls
When no ones at side
Storms boom
Lightening strikes
Dead soon
Give up the fight
Tears flood
Knife glimmers
Cuts deep
Blood shimmers
No Sound
Cold body
Dead and found
War lost
Storms clear
Relief found
No more tears
Hit the ground
by
deadinside212posted on 05/25/2009
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