Several days.
Just this noise.
The blistering heat behind my eyes.
Stench of corpse
and rotting soul.
What am I getting myself into?
Every day
just seems passing
and blowing
in this wind
as I hold on.
Hoping the pain will end.
Yet here we are,
days
weeks
months
years
and forever
just passing by.
Maybe it is just a way of saying goodnight
but here I place my hope
rugged wood
stained with old blood
that digs into my skin
cutting deep.
And here I stay,
here I hope
and maybe
just one day
I can see Your smile.
Just once more.
Monday, October 22, 2012
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