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Friday, September 17, 2010

Between the lines

I sit here weaving through time
Looking around me seeing only something so evident
Dark and deprived humanity is within its existence
Shallow breaths break the sinister silence
The echos within our minds are lamented, betrayed

This heart beats in a synchronizing pattern
Weakening, Withering, being torn to shreds
Always I have wondered, why do we go on?
Realizing pain is quintessential for our twisted reality

I watch as you mock us from behind that thin veil
You are not a god, your a man, sick, exactly like us

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