AgainThe candle flickers gently, casting on the wall shadows moving back and forth Winds whirling through my mind, driving me insane again; The torture never-ending, self inflicted wounds won't cease; And I must wake again next morn to try and be your friend. Hollow; This is emptiness. How can I make it end? Chilling;Shivered madness reigning. How come I can't win? CopyrightŠ1999/K. M. Swanson |
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