The Suffering

by Amber   Oct 30, 2007


Resting your last 9th life on the table
we had no other choice.
you were the suffering
and we watched you slip away from our fingers.
injected with the poison of death
you were swallowed into the darkness.
slow
and slower
until the embraced its last drop
as you were left the body of the suffering...

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