| December 25th 2006 Lost days pile up into years, much faster than I can comprehend, The pain to much to think about at one time, The torture to much to bear, I see the blind eye approach my conciousness, Judging my every move, Looking, staring into the abyss of my thoughts, Empty hole of existence, Empty fucking pit of eternal damnation, Secured only by the fact that I invite it, Its tortured fingers extending, Deep into my heart, blakening my love, Love is the end of my sanity, I recognize not myself, not you-not me. |
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