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Jun 2014
My decent to madness
is the candle that burns
and as the wax gives weigh
my sanity begins to yearn
for another sanctuary
to replace my thoughts
before i drift to darkness
and lose sight of plot
as the abyss stares back
I cope with a lost mind
yet I wade through the void
seeking any glimmer or shine
just a spark in the black
to be my new guide
for even the faintest of light
can become your life line
Written by
Rodolfo Gonzalez  Ft. Collins
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