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Blunt Force Trauma
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
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
Published 6th Dec 2009
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6th Dec 2009 11:13am
6th Dec 2009 11:19am
Thank you my dear. Sometimes I find myself thinking the shades of black are infinite..
