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Friday, November 25, 2005
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"Untitled"
Sensible berating of an unconscious soul… a broken mind… shattered mentality… walking these dreams with no other… forgotten through hours of intense forgiveness from the flame of the unseen… my wings torn from my back by broken hands and bloody kisses… left alone to strive… black feathers come unto me… cutting flesh like ebon razor… watch blood rush to the floor in the cascading embrace of a waterfall… a knife through my neck from your hand… hung and fallen to new heights… drug through the Adytum of the Midnight Sun… place where darkness rises as the sun falls… death before decapitation unless death is faithless… for now I fall… now I see… what it truly meant to me…
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