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Behind the threshold of her sadness
behind the gate with lock that has no key
behind the shadow of her loneliness
soon the thought start creeping in
The night of fathomless blackness
feeling invisible phantoms in her own skin
outweighing years of sorrow and bitterness
profound and chilling solitude of the spot
The room darken as black as the devils soul
as the expectation darkened into depression
as the knife penetrates beneath the surface to the core
leaving the floor painted
As she decided to rest her weary head for a while
a drowsy smile played on her lips
no more sadness as she drifted away into infinity.
behind the gate with lock that has no key
behind the shadow of her loneliness
soon the thought start creeping in
The night of fathomless blackness
feeling invisible phantoms in her own skin
outweighing years of sorrow and bitterness
profound and chilling solitude of the spot
The room darken as black as the devils soul
as the expectation darkened into depression
as the knife penetrates beneath the surface to the core
leaving the floor painted
As she decided to rest her weary head for a while
a drowsy smile played on her lips
no more sadness as she drifted away into infinity.
Published 29th Oct 2013
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