Caustic

by Sylent1   Jan 14, 2007


This hell is of my own making
I built it with care
Constructing it brick by brick
I refused to be silent
My internal abyss is endless
A sign of the end of my times
Words are my weapon
Communication is my knife
Both of us smile as we bleed
I long to begin again tonight
I need to catch my breath once more
Once more I will try
Forgive me

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