Sunday, December 30, 2012

On the Threshold of Death‏




On the Threshold of Death
Black heart bleeds.
Broken.
Cut, stabbed.
Bruises bloom.
Mournful.
Heartache.
Fire surrounds.
Feeds the rain.
Ashes.
Fall steadily.
Symphonies of pain.
Torture.
Eye contact, lost.
Weak.
Paranoia.
Flying bodies.
Leave me to die.

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