Shadowed halls, creatures stirring
The world around dying, is a thought constantly occurring
Like needles lightly stabbing in the base of my spine
The grasp of mentality sure to decline
Restless nights and dreaming days
Forever running through the thickened haze
Rising and falling to rise once more
All like a wilting rose who has died a few times before
Find meaning in this and truly you will know
Eternity in insanity is no path you should choose to go.
COMMENTS
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RainWitch
23:47 Dec 17 2010
interesting rea!