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by Spark of Darkness Mar 29, 2010
Sadness, depression /
The writings on the wall, speak a thousand words in verse. Screaming and shouting at me, my deadly curse.
Beckoning me forward to touch, to hold, to grasp. I wanna let go, but how can i forget my past.
Dripping down the wall, upon the awaiting floor. Just like blood all red, but so cold as it begins to pour.
Why cant they leave me alone. Why cant i be free. I see these hurtful words and hear my memories.
Twisting, distorting, cursing, tearing my soul apart. Laughing and teasing, scraping at my fragile heart.
One day I'm going to crack, and not be able to stop. Until the wall is cleared from every single drop.