Monday, August 20, 2012

I feel the movement of demons in the dark

but they are only formication beneath my skin

what lobotomy of mind will spare me from

the ignorance of my fears?

I laugh and spite in the high noon of life

but at night it's regret I find myself in

I feel my own sorrow move in the dark

and within the comfort of tears...

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