Journal Entry:
Mon Jun 4, 2012, 9:59 AM
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Mood:
Sadness
let me paint you a picture
darkness cages my thoughts,
my numb soul is frostbitten,
my veins pulse with the sting of scorpions,
my distracted eyes cry blood,
my stiff face is branded by death,
my motionless body is ripened corpse,
my heart is a broken mirror
with the reflecting traces of your lies.
My feeling in my words ..........
I am so glad to see other adults like myself here with substance.
In search of heaven
By making Earth a Hell
Childe Harolds pilgrimage, Lord Byron