8 September 2012

I stand there in the ashes, A cloud of dark despair, Crackles with a shock of lightning, Shattering the air.

My mind is choked with sadness, A teardrop, blackened streak, That smudges every pale feature, As I stare and weep.

My legs, they buckle quickly, Underneath all this pain, The weight of death implodes my breath, My mind turns to a drain.

My hands, they shake, believing, This state of disbelief, I hope, within my frosted heart, Will prelude pure relief.

My veins, they pump all crystal, All crystal burnt by ink, A fog of dreams merges my life, Deluding all I think.

My mouth is dry and frozen, A cobweb strung of sighs, A gale force of truth bites, harsh, And blows away the lies.

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