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red rage rising
dead black falling
skin scraped clean and
scant bones crawling
eyes are bleeding
ears not hearing
mouth sewn shut and
fingers pleading
dripping life-drops
broken limbs flop
love it when the
beating heart stops.
Tuesday 18th February 2014 9:37 pm
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Switch on the dark,
it's the right place to be.
Embraced in the black
that's reflected in me.
I can stop.
Stop with the thinking,
the feeling of sinking,
the sense that the whole world
around me is shrinking,
I am not.
Ignoring the noises,
not listening to voices,
denying my choices,
I am done.
Undone.
Tuesday 14th January 2014 1:08 pm
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