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by GOTHMONKEY Jun 24, 2011 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Around, all around The dark memories gather The stroke of death falls against my naked soulIt slays me, and darkly, My blood drips to the wicked earth that is my prisonIn unholy terror I try to run While Death's shadow Looms over meNow alone, my cry of mercy falls upon uncaring eyes. My Hell
