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 Dec 2015 Raven
Remus Cynclair
Bliss
 Dec 2015 Raven
Remus Cynclair
I can hear the gears working, spinning beyond the fog.
They grind rhythmically

The fog is clearing.
Agony sets in.

The pain
Paranoia.

Fear wracks my mind
Twisting it and contorting it.

The Gears Spin.
Faster and Faster.

They bleed as my head throbs in pain.
It is clutched in my right hand.

It is my salvation.

I place it in my mouth and swallow.

The fog returns.
Thicker, Stronger.

I no longer hear the gears.
 Apr 2015 Raven
Remus Cynclair
You
 Apr 2015 Raven
Remus Cynclair
You
My mind void of all thought.
Except for you.

Not one person is kind.
Except for you.

Not one person speaks.
Except for you.

Not one person cares.
Except for you.

I have not one person to love.


Except For You.
For BB

— The End —