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Apr 2016
Skin peeled
Rotten soul
Black mist
Smoked eyes, deranged mind.

Sleepless nights, broken dreams.
Meaningless heartbeat
Cut so deep, pus invades me.

Infected mind
Alive but running out of time.
Sleepwalker...
Death creeping up to me,
Lurking...
a shapeless form.

I'm motionless, waiting to be awakened.
Shake my head, tighten your grip...
Life will be the death of me.
Drown me, I desire a breathtaking daydream.
Written by
enigma  africa
(africa)   
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