| Date: | 2004-11-07 23:39 |
| Subject: | Flames killed by black fire |
| Security: | Public |
Like darkness, all consuming
Tis my light that has gone out;
The acids of grief
Crawl through my veins.
Though my existance is present,
My soul ever lasting;
Void fills my spirit
My spirit - my shackles.
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