Friday, January 13, 2006
Fighting Fear
Calm me, placate me, erase my bad dreams; tonight of all nights as I stare at the sky; awake way past midnight my mind still teems with visions of violence; force me to cry; force me to die: I yearn for the graveyard, the tomb, cold comfort must give to the dead; yet I see glimpses too gruesome to...
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