The dark artist.

by CyCL3   Apr 17, 2007


Broken slumbers of such resemblant.
Tortured nightmares that follow pretense.
Slipping. Captivating, these barren lands.
Never ending on the horizons edge.

Forever seeming brimming of holes.
Forever along with digging drones.
Throughout each hole, an audible whisper.
"I will dig, and dig forever."

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