Sunday, September 23, 2007
Please don't tear my paper wings
I had dreams of monsters.
Melancholic mood.
The coldness of the night surrounds me.
Swallows me up and locks me inside.
Without air, i suffocate in this illusionary dungeon
I shouldn't have been too complacent
I should have foreseen this
Ever so heavy & ever so stubborn
I'm crushed to the ground
By its silence.
goodnight world.
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