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His mind is a sudden haze, the details are a blur, the smiles fade to frowns He trembles in fear as he doesn't know when the monster is coming home.. The spirit which consumes the holy being of a home of a child, of a sister, of a husband, of a wife, of love. The spirit which is evil in itself that left the everlasting marks of terror and pain engraved in the mind of the pure The white mind of the boy which marked innocence slowly fades to gray The haze, the sudden haze slowly focuses in, Becomes clearer and clearer within each stride The haze turns into a person, a familiar sight.. The haze is a tall figure, fragile, skinny, abnormal and misshaped The monster...the spirit...evil... had consumed his mother and left the pain..the agony..the hurt the haze.. a sudden haze, was his mother.
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Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 9:47 PM UTC
The Haze
His mind is a sudden haze, the details are a blur, the smiles fade to frowns He trembles in fear as he doesn't know when the monster is coming home.. The spirit which consumes the holy being of a home of a child, of a sister, of a husband, of a wife, of love. The spirit which is evil in itself that left the everlasting marks of terror and pain engraved in the mind of the pure The white mind of the boy which marked innocence slowly fades to gray The haze, the sudden haze slowly focuses in, Becomes clearer and clearer within each stride The haze turns into a person, a familiar sight.. The haze is a tall figure, fragile, skinny, abnormal and misshaped The monster...the spirit...evil... had consumed his mother and left the pain..the agony..the hurt the haze.. a sudden haze, was his mother.
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Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 9:47 PM UTC
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