Penultimation.

by alice   Sep 18, 2011


Hide the pain from the demons,
The demons that torture my soul.
Tearing, scraping and gnawing
Wishing to loose control.
Blood drips in the open seas
As corpses fall from the skies
An unkeepable promise is uttered again
The promise of a final goodbye.

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