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Elendurwen

Published: Jul 9, 2012

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The desire to destroy
Spreads like black flood in my veins
It squeezes and chokes
And there is no air left

Only dull remains
Few shattered pieces of my brain
Empty eye sockets
And screaming neural waves

All my strength
Dissolves into nothingness
Into the darkness unseen
Into the place unknown

Grinning nightmares
Quietly dance on my grave
I dug it myself
By my own I sink in
As only when I'm dead
I can be complete

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