The Birth, the Death

by The Queen of Spades   Jul 20, 2006


Deprived of blood
Cold veins, they
Become emaciated
Thinner,
Darker, and
Tormented endlessly
When broken
It pours, without
Sound, without
Motion
Simply black
One with the
Nothingness

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