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Blunt Force Trauma
By DescendingDown
Alone
again today..
A rarity, this cold day in Hell
The black sheets rustle in an echo of deafening silence next to me
Like an acidic laced Chinese water torture
The sheer force of its energy sends chills like knives running over the
covering of my bones
Puncturing my veins
A ghost town in my heart..
& the rusty door to my tranquility
moans in the dying winds
( I'm waiting, aching for the
dust to settle.. )
A symphony of static vibrations
corrupts the transmission of my solace
As I climb out of
the bloody wreckage that is my mind
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Copyright 2009 Kandice Bush
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On Thursday, October 1, 2009, Six-Out
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wrote:
mmm. It tastes like corruption. This is divine in it's dark beauty.
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On Friday, September 25, 2009, Ashteroth
(192) wrote:
Oh meant to say...great title also, very catchy. ~Ash
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On Friday, September 25, 2009, Ashteroth
(192) wrote:
Captures your discontent and grinding frustration well. Nicely done ~Ash
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