Like a movie it seems slow
Awakened by your touch
The flame of the candle starts to flicker
It washes away
I slowly Peirce your skin
The small skeleton exposed
Your blood runs down my face
But you still seem to smile
As the skies grow dim
You all pass beside me
You cant tell but
We are dark things
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
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