Sunday, April 24, 2011
Equisite gratings
like swords clashing
At cross purposes
Lightning fast slashes
Sparks cascade everywhere
Creating new ripples of torment
Obsessive desire for respite
Oh sweet nothings
Sweet endless abyss
A temporary reprieve
From the ravages withing -
A break from pain
Like the sun follows the moon
So too my cycles abounds
The never ending constant of my life
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