It's the hollowness that I feel
that the cold of despair crawls into.
It digs its claws into my flesh.
Making me bleed.
The pain soon takes over.
I am consumed.
I can feel the fear feeding off of my soul.
I am weakening.
Wasting away.
Becoming a shell of my former self.
I begin to sink into myself.
Despair has a deep grip on me.
Fear now begins to feed on my heart and mind.
Soon there will be nothing left of who I was.
I will become blacker than black.
The life has been sucked right out of me.
Do not look at me, I am hideous.
Bury me deep.
Give me my eternal sleep.
Full of endless nightmares.
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(09/11/2012)
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