Saturday, July 24, 2010


Doom was all I could bear,
From the silent midnight
till the end of a moon.
As I close these eyes of a mad sickness.

Had thousand of stars fallen upon a rotten skull,
and millions of black devourers inside the morbid dimension.
I pretend to have forgotten thy name of a bitter loss,
but were the shadows of my mind counting the dreadful lie.

Still can I remember the silence of a past,

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