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Author: Dust by Dawn
Fiction Rated: M - English - Horror/Tragedy - Reviews: 3 - Published: 08-04-07 - Updated: 08-04-07 - Complete - id:2398950

Feels like my thoughts
Just keep on bleeding
This hemophilia of the mind
Can’t separate the truth from lies
Another useless waste of time

Endless lines of nameless people
Congested, teeming;
Can’t hear me screaming

Tear barefoot through those muddy paths
Humus burning fragile feet
Dark and gushing Blood pours free
As each surface attacks
Pain unfelt, unseen

The dark aroma
Evades my senseless body
Privacy unhinged, Beyond all recognition

Clothes sadistically shredded
Unprotected, exposed
Soul been slit
Gashed and hemorrhaging
Endless story left untold

Mindless tears burn cheeks
Salts of scorching ions
Lacerations of a body, That was no more then his tool

Stolen from Virginia
Incensed and forever exiled
No one to shelter me
Numb, traumatized
Dead in essence


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