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Mar 2011
You don't know the darkness the way that I do;

He calls my name, and I succumb.
Though he always leaves me shattered and numb.

His shadows beckon with their translucent fingers;

and theY blind me with their sorrowful lies,
And steal away my voice, to weaken my cries.

I have watched them pick the stars from the night;

he so carelessly pins them to his ***** wall,
He watches and waits for me to shatter and fall.

I can hear him as he so violently chuckles;

As he reaches out for his sharpest tool,
steals my heart, watching the blood as it pools.

His strength is something I will never defeat;

I try to stand up, I'm feeling so weak
He reaches out and touches my cheek.

And his jaws jabber something, of what I'm not sure.

My vision goes black, My eye lids like lead.
I try to get up, but All I see is red...
Tiffany Bourlet
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