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Hunter Miller Mar 2012
This feeling washes over me
soft and gentle
it sweeps away my fear
making the pain unbearable
Now I day dream of the cold steel against my head
first the roar! then silence...
with nothing left to hurt me
It may not be happiness
but it's the closest i'll ever come
being numb
Hunter Miller Mar 2012
Of the things I've learned
about light, love, and loss
one thing always stays true,
no matter how right,
never trust the light

Though the sun may rise
giving it's warmth to the earth
it passes swiftly through the sky
and day descends to night

It can not be reasoned to stay
or begged to be true
it's warmth is not honest
it will only fool you

Though I have learned
about darkness, disgust, and desire
I still search for eternal summer,
to have the light,
without fear of night

— The End —