The severity of
shadows on the wall
claws at my conscience
trying to dismantle me
bury me
I long to
be overwhelmed by my senses
but my own personal prison
(what you call mind)
bars me from pleasantness
and scratches at my
skin
until only shame and sorrow
remain
Feb 6, 2012
Feb 6, 2012 at 10:54 PM UTC
The severity of
shadows on the wall
claws at my conscience
trying to dismantle me
bury me
I long to
be overwhelmed by my senses
but my own personal prison
(what you call mind)
bars me from pleasantness
and scratches at my
skin
until only shame and sorrow
remain
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