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by Keeper of the Gates Jan 27, 2012 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
Hanging on the last axis. I'm drunk of the nightmares. Hell with your promises. Reassembling broken things. Thought they were gentle sparks. But it's lightning that burnt me. If I fall, Don't catch me. Nor try to help. I'm fragile. I'm dangerous. Even before I fall, Someone out there will catch me.
by sniper
Beautiful poem!