I see the darkness in me.
I see the pain devouring me.
I feel love's bite.
I feel the warmth of the crimson flow.
I hear sorrow's call.
I hear despair's cry.
I know the lie suffocating me.
I know the numbness betraying me.
I take it all as it is.
I take it all as my own.
I touch the coldness of anger.
And I touch the unsurity of if...
(SDB-10/02/2012)
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