Thursday, January 06, 2011
Black Glass
Beyond night;dark as hell is
overlaid shadows
infinite ocean
It cuts me.
So deep, I bleed
Remorse, unending
tears - the burden
As black is glass
My hands quiver
with every shard
and splinter spite
So rampant, trite
Widespread
a daily affair
no one listens anymore
like cancer
it spreads
it goes into remission
it relapses
Shards and shards
of black glass, broken
and pounded into every
heartbeat
It is far better to die
alone with this pain
than to leave broken glass
for others to sweep.
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