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by Nobody Jul 8, 2010 category : Dark, fantasy / dark, horror
Time leaves a footprint upon our lovely faces years of playing brutal games leaves the predator crippled reality is so disfigured and the senses are caged anonymiously wishing to become the prey stroking our weapons waitng for the day when dying will become easier instead of just driving us insane
by DreamingOutLoud
This poem is dark yet somehow hopeful, somehow.