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Fighting theses darkened tendencies,
the sorrow embedded into my skin.
A disposition of a stark tower of black,
tauntingly, standing tall over all before me,
I don't mean to do it, forgive me please,
because there is nothing else I can see.
Hands of time ticking on a ghastly pale face,
as death looms over again through my head.
the sorrow embedded into my skin.
A disposition of a stark tower of black,
tauntingly, standing tall over all before me,
I don't mean to do it, forgive me please,
because there is nothing else I can see.
Hands of time ticking on a ghastly pale face,
as death looms over again through my head.
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violence
he spits into the bathroom sink
bones pushing against the skin of hands
that grip each other's shadows
as the breaths come slower.
lips crack and splinter as they stretch
in a smile that tastes
metallic, dull with fear,
maraschino cherry red
what shining eyes, what glinting teeth
look sharper in the light?
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It was a dark and stormy night.
The Earth cradled itself in blankets of black clouds, awaiting its end.
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- die.
He strained against the current.
The chilling tide seared his eyes.
A flood of kits underfoot,
they pushed and drove him astern.
He sensed the warmth rising;
the heat of the sun or of fire.
He fell into the biting winds,
borne back toward the flames.
The others scurried in terror
from embers that blistered and scarred.
Because the cold had numbed his sight,
he saw that in life he had survived.
And in death he must...
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The only question is...Is it your death, or someone elses...