Tuesday, January 28, 2014


Streams of crimson appear in my soul
My desolate heart craving more
My pathway to reality far removed
Pleasures turned to pain
I look but cannot feel
I touch but cannot see
Emptiness engulfs my visage
The despair tormenting my every thought
With every heartbeat I want it more
I want to dine upon the forbidden fruit
Drink the plague-filled wine
Yet, these desires cannot be real
These feelings cannot exist
Streams of crimson have pierced my soul
My blackened heart beats no more
My pathway to life removed

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