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The moonlight stretches over my madness the deep blue of the sky with its twinkling scars mirroring the shrapnel of marring marks along my soul alone....like a soundless echo bouncing around the canyons how could it escape me, why is everything awry drowning in the spirals of intense light such a vindictive prison, entrapping the body in the nightmares life has become a shredded hope pulled away like warm covers in the morning why is it that im in a labyrinth...yet with no way out sand has gone thru my fingers into the next player's hands now without control i fly wild as chaos on the wing no motives, no wants only one prickling need that can never be met such betrayal leaves so many questions...all in a chorus of why let this night be over so i may return change and morph once again trying to fit the mold that was given yet will it ever fit? too small this world that im pulled into on eggshells i tiptoe with needles piercing my skin how do i escape such a vicious night the dark inhumanity with its bloodlust is after me in this cannibalized society
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Aug 23, 2011
Aug 23, 2011 at 6:22 PM UTC
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The moonlight stretches over my madness the deep blue of the sky with its twinkling scars mirroring the shrapnel of marring marks along my soul alone....like a soundless echo bouncing around the canyons how could it escape me, why is everything awry drowning in the spirals of intense light such a vindictive prison, entrapping the body in the nightmares life has become a shredded hope pulled away like warm covers in the morning why is it that im in a labyrinth...yet with no way out sand has gone thru my fingers into the next player's hands now without control i fly wild as chaos on the wing no motives, no wants only one prickling need that can never be met such betrayal leaves so many questions...all in a chorus of why let this night be over so i may return change and morph once again trying to fit the mold that was given yet will it ever fit? too small this world that im pulled into on eggshells i tiptoe with needles piercing my skin how do i escape such a vicious night the dark inhumanity with its bloodlust is after me in this cannibalized society
emily-wiemann
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Aug 23, 2011
Aug 23, 2011 at 6:22 PM UTC
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