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Jan 2010
Silly girl,
Such a brat,
Never do you see,
Like you've no eyes,
How you destroy me.

Take every limb,
I'm left with naught to walk,
Cutting down,
My hand and heart,
With your hatred talk.

Like I've never given you my all,
Every piece in pieces at your feet,
But I'm left empty appal,
Unto sadness and despair,
Midway we meet.

Hello a thousand cuts,
And a million bleeds,
How nice of you to come,
In this most desperate time of need.

I alone could stand no more,
Of all the nights in tears,
My dear,
Cut my skin,
Deep within,
**** this my lightest fear.

It takes me a sullen moment,
In time when time stands still,
Waiting in a shadows sigh,
And I,
Fell silent unto the willed.

Who want nothing but myself,
This lost shell of a soul,
To who could help,
When no one could know,
Of the silent sin,
I fell within,
When I could stand no longer,
It begins.

This a simple walk,
So simple it seemed,
When the path grew thin,
So did the dream,
Slowly it twisted,
A contortion of the strands,
The held together a mind,
A mind the dark dares understand.

With thoughts of evil,
Of the darkest deeds,
Where unto acrid soil,
Do they plant the seeds.

Nurtured with the worst of us,
Of blindness, loss, and
Lust.

For every thought a leaf,
Unto which the worst is kept,
Till the fruit it bears,
Is fed to those who slept,
Under the arm of the sick,
Who could not be stirred,
The choicest picked.

For the seeds better yet,
To grow something less a little more,
Into the sow,
We sow on winters shore,
With intention of a finer keep,
Into the sand I lay my pain,
And my pain I shall reap.

No soul of mine,
No heart of my own,
Should know so many tears,
So many tears alone,
With naught but shadows at my side,
I find the darkest for me to hide,
Leave my lightest at the foot of madness,
And forget forever,
A sound mind perhaps,
But also sadness.
Written by
Micheal Bevan
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