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Drained my emotions

in clear bottle potions

to make me forget

for awhile.

Lost all my will

with the thought of a pill

that would pain on that

giveaway smile.



Thought about dreams

and those too-far-fetched schemes

that delight for a spell

then depart.

And, buried my soul

in a six by six hole

tailor made for my peace

to start.



Desperate searches of crimson

that fade in the absence of light

and filter through innocent murmurs

that pierce the blackness

of night.

Watered down rainbows that bleed into one

with a color defined all their own

like fragments from yesterday's weaknesses

that hides from the seeds it

has sown.



Passage of devils that scream for their due

in a game predefined you will lose

and footsteps that fall in the shadows that grow

proudly bearing the guilt of

your bruise.

Somewhere the demons will fall into dust

and the raindrops will wash them away

but, now they will dance as the sun yields the moon

and feast on the wounds of

their prey.