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dripping slowly seething brain
will try to hide a single hope
keep safe from gremlins
dismantle pain
to single driving thought
push inside
beyond a shadow
into deadly dreams
where death will haunt
and wait
a sliver will allow a passage
burn down to the ground
in silent mockery
will steal the sun
and all of everything
implodes without remorse
into what once was night
but now is void

Posted on Monday, March 8th, 1999 at 6:38 pm in purgatory | rss feed for comments| Leave a response, or trackback