Monday, September 16, 2013

Death Vs. Dying III

Upon the fields of my mind
Death dances to the rhythm of falling hope.
The shadows dwell upon my body to leave the soul, without life and
push the day into desperation, wounded and alone.
All happiness that once flourished, now withers within the four walls
of the head.

 -Eucharist (Wounded and Alone) 

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